Ulakwe pushed the hanging brush aside with his staff to see the brown doe Ane looking out at sea. On the horizon there were strange boats coming. The boats were red like blood, but had gleaming gold. They had singular great sails billowing in the same wind that blew the smell of flowers from her fur to Ulakwe's nostrils.
He closed his eyes and slowly inhaled the scent. There was nothing about this doe he didn't love. She was always the smartest in the village, he thought. If anything she should have been seer, not him. Alas, his predecessor died passing the title of seer to him.
"Ane." Ulakwe said, emerging from the brush that covered the crude dirt path.
Ane turned to see the strong bodied seer and smiled. She was very trusting of Ulakwe. An honest, courageous seer who was seemingly ready to pick up the mantle after the Black Horns butchered Elder Kwana. They were both young and frightened of the positions forced upon them at an early age, but few on the tribe showed the resolve that he did.
"You called for me, Ane?" he asked, standing at the cliff, looking at the ships sailing toward the bay.
"Ulakwe, I am concerned about these outsiders coming to the island." She said, pointing at one of the ships in the distance.
"I have seen them make their camps upon the beach. There are many of them. I have been told that much of them have pointed teeth, and I am..." she hesitated "... fearful... of them."
Ulakwe stroked his beard, looking as the waves rolled and the many oars on the ships slowly inched them closer to the shore.
"Did any of us try to speak to them?" he asked
"The Black Horns tried to drive them from the sand, but their weapons... they have strong spears, quick reflexes, and sturdy fists. The War Party was decimated." she shook her head. "The ones that lived were taken away, to a larger boat."
Ulakwe was disturbed. He would indeed need to practice some divination. But he needed to keep Ane calm.
"I will head into the sacred forest and find the herbs for the dreaming sapta." He motioned to another pathway with his staff before drawing Ane in with his free hand.
Ane felt safe in his arms. As long as he could keep sane in the face of such uncertainty, she would stay by his side through this... but she knew only seers could enter the sacred forest.
"Do not worry about the outsiders. You know how the Black Horns are. They are aggressive. The outsiders were merely defending themselves." he reassured her.
"I hope so..." she said.
For a few minutes, they watched the ships make landfall until Ulakwe pulled gently from her and headed toward the path.