"Losanda, there isn't even a shadow of the Deer Tribe matter yet, so set it aside for now. The old grandmother of the Mountain Tribe is not only our marriage ally, but also the spiritual leader of more than ten thousand Mountain Tribe people on Ice-Snow Island, a true old Shaman whose word carries weight! Since she has spoken now, it means the Mountain Tribe, after enduring the White Disaster, has already made its decision. How many Mountain Tribe people does she hope to migrate south?..."
"Senior Zuwaro, when I went to the Mountain Tribe to marry, I had several proper talks with the old grandmother. This old Shaman's word truly carries weight, and she has no small amount of magic and foresight!..."
Losanda lowered his eyes slightly. Thinking of that skin of rank, spicy Deer Blood Wine, and those conversations after drinking that had been neither sleeping nor waking, like divination after inhaling Divine Smoke, filled with mystery and drifting illusion, he pressed hard against his chest and silently recited the Main God's name before continuing gravely.
"The Main God is witness! From what I see of the Mountain Tribe's intentions, no one yet knows what this winter will be like. Based on last year's snow disaster alone, and the scale by which the deer herds shrank, the population each tribe can't feed... probably means they'll first have to migrate roughly a thousand people south to scout the way and seek survival!"
"Roughly a thousand people?... Mm... How exactly will they migrate? How do they want us to help?..."
"The Main God is witness! I discussed two plans with the old grandmother, and both require your decision... The first plan was proposed by the Mountain Tribe, and it is also their most common method: the 'Great Tent Migration.' The