MAY WE AGAIN LIVE WITHOUT WALLSThe tribe was prepared to move again. The barren country ahead would be difficult and the threat of predators great, but the promise of bountiful lands beyond beckoned. It had been a difficult season, of drought and sickness and death: this migration was one of necessity.
She turned her head at the pressure in her side: there she was, seeking the security of her mother, as ever. Her little horns seemed to glow in the golden afternoon air. They nuzzled a moment, rubbing their beaked snouts together, before the mother looked once more to the great desolate plain spread before them, rocky and devoid of vegetation but for occasional tufts of sun-desiccated grass and sinewy, inedible weeds. The sun was high in the molten sky. The distant shimmering horizon was fr
