Chapter 115: Chapter 115: Violent Harvesting?

In the evening, dark clouds rolled across the sky like an overturned iron pot, pressing down heavily, making it hard to breathe.

*Rustle rustle rustle…* Gusts of evening wind blew making the leaves rustle as the Spotted Deer Tribe welcomed the evening hours.

When the Spotted Deer Tribe was not holding a market, the Teepees in the outer region were inhabited.