From the frozen tundra to the rolling steppes we have roamed, taking what we must and leaving the rest to grow. So long as the Chieftains are in Its good graces, the Soul will feed us, keep us clothed and shine his light on our eyes. We will become the wolf or the bear if need be, or remain the Elk where it can be helped. We will always live in harmony with these strange companions, for we are guests here.

The light has been leading us south. We found the Great Water once again - it's been generations since we last saw it. There are people here, speaking the tongues of our grandfathers - a strange concoction of the familiar and the estranged. Some of us almost feel a sense of brotherhood. Perhaps we can find our common words and feast and buck together.

Perhaps they too will become Friends to the Soul, Ameika etmn.

Map - slightly shifted south from the initial plans.

The Ameika Clans are nomadic.

They bear a militaristic focus.