Wind swept between the ears of Kamas as he winded between the ancient trees of the forest. He had been running non-stop for nearly a day now since he had watched the skirmish between the Leonites and the lone Clansman. Kamas was on his way to the Red Sea, a smoldering wasteland of unending mounds of sand. It was the land of banishment for most, but for his people it was home.
