High up in the mountains of Caraballo, 12 men awaited the arrival of their leader. They sensed him approaching… he is not alone.
Suspicious, they hid and waited for him to reach the spot of the big rock.
A baby’s cry from the bundle he holds made the others come out.
Curious, one by one, they peeped inside the bundle of dirty blankets and they gasped.
In a clear voice, their leader said “After the full moon, we go home!”
A chorus of cheers erupted for they have been running and hiding for almost eight years now. They are growing tired and weary. They are ready to reclaim their land and their honors. They are ready to slay the enemies they called their fathers. And they rejoiced though one of them was lost… his heir will become his legacy.
The pack howled once more to the setting Hun
