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It has been some time since Kuyuk has let himself sleep for more than a handful of hours; he is eager to take his turn watching the family, and is always eager for his post as a night watchman. When he isn't guarding their sleeping bodies, the man is roaming just like his brother Enx — studying the landscape for clues of where to go next.

He does not choose to linger long at the riverside and while the rest of the group drinks or rests, he moves on. The water unsettles him and he is happy to leave it behind. What comes next is the gradual undulation of the earth, and a reaching swath of pale grass that appears to go on for miles.

The wind gusts through the meadow and blusters at his dense coat, and he feels much more at-home here than any place they've travelled through so far. A grin plants itself across his haggard face, and Kuyuk decides to race against the current. The sky is overcast and greying with the early onset of night, but there is enough light to make out his sharp figure against the haze, and he is having a rare bit of fun.