Omatikaya Infiltration

"Look" said Omatikaya teenager 1 . He pointed towards the horizon. The forest canopy poured above his head. He stood up on the tree branch.

"That's, a big population" said Omatikaya teenager 2. He looked towards the horizon. The sun glistened his skin blueish than ever.

"Blow the horn" cried Omatikaya teenager 1. Omatikaya teenager 2 ran jumped, he grabbed to a wine. He landed to a nearby tree. He blew a horn. The sound struck so hard that every animal reacted.

Omatikaya teenager 1 went in for his horn and alerted the tribe.

"What is it, Who blew the horn" asked the Omatikaya elder in charge of the patrol.

"Elder we spotted a horde of people down the stream near the lake We saw them on horizon" exclaimed the Omatikaya teenager 2. He breathed heavily resting his arms on his knees nearly half bending on his knees. His voice fumbled.

"We have to see this horde. If what you call is real, this is a big thing" the Omatikaya elder responded. He stood on the branch tree supervising the patrol. His bow tied to his back diagonally. His quiver rested on his waist. He rested his hands on his bow and reached for his horn. He leaned towards the end of the branch "Boy sound the alarm, Gather everyone around the patrol center tree". The elder called to his right-hand man sitting on a nearby tree.

The right hand man blew the horn. The horn made a trembling sound echoing in the ear of every man in the perimeter. The men heard the sound. They gathered, their Ikran swifted in the sky and landed on the patrol tree.

"Everybody gather around please I have statements to make". The leader stood on a high rock and called for everyone. Everyone gathered around the rock. Everyone knew the thing was important. "People we have to take refuge, the of injured has increased"

People gasped at hearing that number of injured have increased. "But where do we even rest Every tribe around here if any even exists won't let us in" asked a young man. He took a step forward. He leaned on a rock on his back. He reached to his waist-bag stacking his knife into it. He rubbed his hand off dust and mud.

"We can't travel can't you understand" lashed one man on the young man. Everyone gasped on the commotion caused. Some men reached out to their knives if case if a fight broke out.

"I ask why can't we cure them and rest here and live off the land" asked the young man reasserting his question. "We don't have a choice" replied an elder pointed towards some fragile looking men. "Do you take responsibility if any individual dies here We are far from home" the elder reasserted the words of words of the horde leader.

"Who are you Why you seek us" The Tsahik questioned the horde.

"We seek refugee under your clan. We were displaced by the humans" replied the leader of the horde. He crouched his shoulders.

"We cannot let anyone in" a young warrior argued. He stepped forward to make his objection known.

"The Olangi live amongst us The Navi must live among us". cried another young Omatikaya. A young warrior steeped in front.