As I entered the forest, the canopy overhead blocked out most of the fading light. I navigated by the faint moon glow filtering through the trees, my senses on high alert. Suddenly, I heard the snapping of twigs and the soft murmur of voices.
The Wenja may be a tribe of hunters, but we are also a family. And in this moment, surrounded by the people and the land I loved, I felt a sense of peace that I knew would stay with me long after the night was over. far cry primal fitgirl
Perhaps it was a signal fire, lit by a fellow Wenja hunter. I decided to investigate, my curiosity getting the better of me. I padded silently down the rocky slope, my deerskin boots making barely a sound on the dry earth. As I entered the forest, the canopy overhead