The Zero CelberusThe endless rain stopped.
It was as dreary a midday as it ever was during Autumn, and Konta's tribe had been going about their daily routine with the normal care and concern they had always shown. They knew that Winter was just about to encroach on them and had already begun the preparations for their inevitable migration to a new campsite when that change came. Tents and equipment were packed, food stored, and all signs of their settlement hidden or destroyed to mask the presence they had made over the span of the season. Konta, who hadn't been sent on a hunt in the last couple days, had secured all of his and Kontala's belongings and placed them in a corner of their tent. It was one of the last ones to remain standing for Kontala's comfort as she drew ever closer to giv
