The Weeping WillowSummer was finally ending. This was the foremost thought on Konta's weary mind as his tribe was slowly preparing to get on the move once more. They had managed to make it to the valley they usually camped in during the arduous Summer months, a veritable haven compared to most other choices – high walls blocked the Sun during the day and trapped heat in at night, the narrow valley discouraged most larger predators from coming in, and the bedrock that floored the area protected from any unwanted visitors underfoot. It was the perfect place to rest and recuperate after the harrowing attack from the Sand Bees, but Konta knew this would be short-lived. The other day, he caught sight of the first wisp of cloud, which was a telltale sign of Autumn's coming.
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