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Ella crouched in the high grass. She watched the white tailed deer with hungry red eyes through her mask. Dinner, was all she thought. They grazed on the lush grassas while her and her fellow tribe member's closed in. 12, to be exact. It was a small group of deer, not hard to get 3-4, 5 if they were lucky. There was a clicking type noise that came from her left, signaling the move in. She weaved her way through the grass, swiftly, closing the receeding gap between dinner and herself. One of them perked up but no one stopped. Suddenly Ben leaped out and onto one, setting the rest into a run. Ella sprinted to stay up with them, as did the other's she was hunting with. She got close enough to one to grab it's neck and whip it to the ground. She easily snaped it's neck and picked it up. There was a whistle from farther behind her, and far away she saw only the outline of Ben with a deer draped over his shoulder. She ran back to him and they made they're way back to camp. " Nice," he gestured toward the large deer she'd managed to catch. She nodded and smiled in return. When they got back most of the rest of her small group had returned as well, some with deer, most without. The entire tribe was only about 37 people.

It was an Elf tribe.

The group was small, but it didn't need to be big. They ran faster. They were stronger. Every night was a night full of drums and beats and dancing. There was no leader because no leader was needed. The feather's in her hair and the grass along her collar was to signify nature. The bead's were to clink together and make a sound to signify speed. A red ribbon tied around an arm was to signify blood to anyone that trespasses they're territory, and the mask was to say that she belonged to that tribe.