A small fire crackled in the depths of the cave, its flickering light throwing the faces of the tribespeople into gaunt relief. The headman rose to his feet. “Once vast herds roamed our lands. Now only a few animals remain. We must decide whether to stay here and hope they return, or leave in search of them.” Voices rose and fell long into the night as the people discussed the deeper consequences of both alternatives. Finally, the decision was made. Everyone, from child to elder, printed their hand on the cave wall. A remembrance, should they perish on their journey.
