The children, playing what looks like tag, were prancing about. The adults milled about their business. Several butchering their days catch, some weaving new furs. When I was fully in view, the entire tribe halted to a stop to stare at me. The chieftain, Bane, came out of his hut and his eyes landed on me. Most of the adults knelt down on their front legs and gave a bow. Bane also bowed, though not nearly as much as the rest of his tribe.