"Nuo'er." The frail-looking leader of the White Deer Tribe spoke to her daughter. "How much further must we run? The children— no, all of us are on the verge of collapse."
"As far as we can." The doe gave a to-the-point reply.
"But we have already been running for three whole days!"
"Mother..."
"I know, Nuo'er, I know you only want the good of our tribe, but the way we are going... This will not do."
"This is better than the alternative."
"What alternative is that? Why do you only give vague answers that don't say anything? And who was that young man who stank of blood?"
"Mother, please—"
"No, Nuo. You must give me an answer today. I trust you more than anything, and so do the rest of the tribe. That is why we followed your commands without a single question, but with how things are going, it won't be the humans who kill us; it will be you."
