On the second day's early morning, waking up during morning classes, chaos had already descended on top of the hill.
Meals, harnessing the deer, securing... bowstrings drawn, spears on shoulders, the border folks wore calm expressions, for them, this was just part of daily life.
The chaos was among the old, the weak, women, and children of the convoy; they needed to determine what to take with them and what to leave behind, a painful choice, for these belongings were now all they had, the very guarantee of survival Anhe Country had relied upon in the past.
In the midst of tears and sobs, with their not-so-large bundles, they each took their seats on the deer sleds, tightly bound with ropes by the border folks and then covered with a large piece of hide, to keep the human scent from leaking out as much as possible, at least preventing forest creatures from finding their target immediately.
