The men of the village walked single file through the trampled trails, tired but satisfied with the hunt. Some had haunches slung across their backs, other carried the organs in heavy bags, and still a few more held the weapons of those lugging the catch.
Shadows grew long, slashing across the forest.
The first man began to sing, and then those behind him joined in.
The elders said they did this to welcome the night, or so the women would hear and know their were on their way.
But most of them sang to drown out the growls surrounding them.