Two camps were built on the opposite sides of the field. Full moon shined onto the tents, the dim light of the torches paled in comparison. The clans were ready to settle one more disagreement as per old tradition. But now, they slept soundly, waiting for tomorrow’s challenge. In the surrounding forest a warrior from the Western clan was waiting, standing tall between the trees, a thick fur cloak on her shoulders and her red hair in one thick braid. She was listening carefully, but there was only eerie silence. Her hand was gripping one of her battle axes. She could hear her heartbeat in her ears. Then there was a sound. Like slightest breeze on fallen leaves. The warrior tensed up and spun around, lifting her weapon up. ”Who’s there?” she hissed into the shadows, keeping her voice relatively low just so she wouldn’t alarm anyone sleeping in the camps. She could see a figure standing in the darkness, but she couldn’t make out any details. The stranger stepped forward, into the pale