Tribes-of-Anowara

Dleit, Kanat’á, and X’aan were well on their way, keeping a good rhythm with their paddling. It was nearing night and the sky was divided between an intense sunset in the west, and a darker, somewhat starry grey in the east. The area was a strait between two massive islands north and south of one another, each with rocky beaches and forests covered in evergreens. On the island south of them was the Kígáat village of Il’aka, the village Dleit and X’aan’s mother may have been; a village that was causing great amounts of trouble for Laax Áan and Kechna. The three of them were keeping out of it

The sky became grey in the evening light. Despite the damp soil and dripping trees, the sky was now relatively cloudless, with only a few wispy white ones here and there. Yaxté and X’aseek’s mother, Ánuxkéi, walked around the village, searching for her children. “Yaxté, X’aseek!” she called. “Coming.” The two of them ran out of the door. A few minutes later X’aan stirred. “Are you feeling better?” his brother asked. “A little.” He then pushed himself up in an attempt to stand. “Easy!” All three of the others said. Dleit placed his hand on

She very quickly arrived at the village. No one was there. As she entered her family’s lodge, something else came to her mind. What was going to happen? What was the injury going to be? She pondered for almost a minute before snapping back to attention. She took the poultices from the painted box at her grandfather’s corner, and ran out the door. Dleit sat down on the grass and looked into the forest. “What is taking her so long?” He said. His brother looked out at sea, “Maybe she started remembering something?” X’aan said. Dleit smiled a bit. “I hope so.” He then looked up him. “W

Dleit went through the door and immediately saw many of his tribesmen waiting on the beach looking in his direction. Waiting on the outside of the crowd were X’aan and Gugaan. They smiled at him and walked over to him. Dleit began to smile back, but it quickly receded to a look of worry. “Are you ready?” X’aan asked. “Where’s Mother?” Dleit asked. X’aan bit his lip. “She still hasn’t gotten here.” He said. Dleit looked away, “I wonder what’s taking her so long?” “Maybe it got stormy down there?” Kanat’á said. “I hope she got to t

In the far northwest, on the east shore of an island known as Yáay, in the far south and west of a long chain of great islands there lived a village of Kayéil’ Kushtaka known as Laax Aan. Laax Aan was a simple place with its lodges of logs and herald poles of cedar. It was isolated, but its people did not mind, not entirely. From the great salmon runs, to the tall trees in the interior, to the plentiful berry bushes, their island and the neighboring waters provided much. The forests were filled with trees ranging from stout cypresses, to tall pines, to cedars, great spruces, and bountiful elderberries. Despite how far north t