It had been a big day for the family. They had seen another group passing in the distance, and after long, heated discussion and much tears, they bundled the children onto sledges and asked the group to take them. At least their family would have a future, and there were not enough of them to keep the children safe, now. It was asking a lot - more mouths to feed. The family offered them 2 full sets of mya poles for their trouble. Before they left they consulted with the group's shaman, who told them of a ritual they would need to perform.
They had found the knife wound he mentioned in the old aspen stump, but were not able to prepare the proper herbs before the moon approached. Tyunki had been delayed reaching home and in his absence, the finger of suspicion had poisoned their minds against him. They killed Tyunki, sure of his guilt, but his tongue was smooth and they had killed another good man. The deaths were starting to tell, and they knew there would be more this night. They decided to wait until morning for singing the dead, and ground herbs in silence before drifting off into a troubled sleep.
In their dreams, they saw what looked like their land, but bare, flattened. An odd people was living there, wearing foolish clothes and wielding unfamiliar tools. There was an evil there. This people seemed to be dealing with a similar curse to theirs - perhaps more.
In the morning, they found old Fen mauled at their doorstep. They sang songs of Tyunki and Fen; they laughed and cried, then they became solemn. There were few of them now, a well-hidden wolf among them, and there was much to do.
was eaten by the wolf. He was a scientist (villager)
There is NO Majority Lynch.
It is Day.