Turlan Khan rode his horse to the horizon. He was accompanied by thirty-five thousand tribesmen, who all looked up to him for answers. He has been working so hard to meet their expectations and keep the tribe alive.
There wasn't a moment that his horde didn't have a problem. It was one thing after another. Now the warm wind was changing directions, and the horde had to chase its direction. It wasn't only humans that chased the wind. Wolves sometimes snatched the livestock. The children rode in wagons and on horses with their parents. They were safe from wolf attacks for the most part.
The horde was most vulnerable when on the road, and wolves knew that. There were opportunistic attacks from the wolf's side, aiming to take whatever chunk of flesh they could.
