Hoshor Plains There is definite evidence that this tribe has somehow come to utilize

Bronte was a soothing presence. Anathema clicked idly as the girl spoke, watching the crowd again. When she mentioned the hunt, however, her eyes found the bison.

They were huge. Yes, Ana confirmed, punctuating the statement with a series of rapid clicks. They could kill us. A simple statement, nearly toneless in its delivery, but underneath it was fear. She'd been thinking of meeting others when she agreed to the hunt; she hadn't thought of the hunting part at all until now. Maybe she should have stayed home.