[b]Saurians, Population: 65[/b]
Sithalin woke to the usual sounds of activity in the village. Incoherent chatter, the sharpening of spears, and the occasional shout filled the air. one could hear the sound of rocks striking against each other as a Saurian attempted to light a fire. Above all the noise was the sound of a gentle breeze blowing through the trees. Some distance away, the singing of birds could still be heard.

The hunters discussed prey and new hunting spots. The fishers babbled about rumors of the fish moving away from the usual fishing spots. The children bragged that their first kill would be a teskur like Senith's was. Some of the hunters exchanged jokes and stories over a small fire as they cooked their morning meals.

Some of the hunters and fishers decided to be productive by crafting more spears or refining old ones. Using a specially designed "spear head", they could smooth out and shave the spear shafts. Some of the hunters were getting really good at the task. They proudly carried some of the most aerodynamic javelins in the village. Sithalin himself had refined his own spear after learning how to do it from one of the hunters. He still practiced whenever he had free time.

When Sithalin stepped out of his hut, his spear clutched in his hand, he noticed a group of hunters sitting around one of the huts. He strode over to them and waved his hand in greeting. One of the huntresses glanced at him and turned. She placed both of her fists over her heart and bowed her head.

"Chief," She greeted. The others repeated the gesture. Sithalin dipped his head in response. "We were waiting for you, chief," The huntress continued, "Where will we be going today?"

Before Sithalin could reply, Senith came running from the direction of the lake. He carried his spear and stopped before them, panting slightly.

"Father," He started, "I must join the hunt. I am ready."

"Indeed, you are ready," Sithalin said, "But you will be doing much more than just hunting."

Sithalin turned to the others and explained the plan. Those with harpoons would join Sithalin in a fishing trip to the west. The waters in that direction usually seemed rich with fish. Senith, however, would lead the spears down south. They would scout the swamps further south in search of a certain animal. On a previous trip, Sithalin had briefly come across a large bird he called kryan. They weren't able to catch it, but Sithalin wanted to change that. It was up to Senith to do this.

After a short period of discussion and question asking, the matter was finally settled. The rest of the village waved them goodbye and wished them good fortune as the two hunting parties set off in different directions. Some watched with great anxiety. The young Sanith had never been on a hunting trip, much less to the swamps, and [i]much[/i] less lead it by himself. Only time would tell whether this had been a wise decision. Sithalin was confident that Sanith would do fine. He had to.