I was pressing down on my animal pelt sleeping bag, rolling it up into its bag. My tribe was leaving the yellow plains only after six days, and we were supposedly planning to travel to the wetlands next. "Hurry up, Zorrina! I know babies who can pack up camp faster than you!" nagged my older brother War on horseback. "Get out of here, War!" I said, throwing a rock at him. "Hurry up or else we’ll leave you behind!" he shouted, dodging the rock. He glared at me before riding off.
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