The Anuvi tribe of people in the Uzumiya Holt was a secretive settlement that moved their mud huts every other day. Made of straws, leaves, and mud–their homes were rarely missed, but that was the way of their people. To be seen by others was considered shameful; the outsiders were unclean, unholy, and any form of interaction with them was seen as an insult to their praised deity.
A great fowl with long white wings and eyes as blue as the ocean itself–their god, a lesser deity that had slipped under Aura's radar, as it wasn't strong enough for capture, and to even pursue it would've been an insult. But now, as she walked alongside her husband through their tiny settlement, she saw the many bounties that it had provided, and that to her was far more interesting.
