It did not take long before evening turns to night.
And that night, Kyazan sat peacefully.
And in the morning he calls his sons and told them what he had though off and all of his sons agreed. Then he dismissed his sons as they go hunting and fighting. He sits on his tent with a smile.
It might not work. But if it does work, then he would turn this threat into an opportunity. The plan he had concocted does not leave the confines of his tent.
The reason he told his son the moment he woke up from his sleep is because he has nightmare that night
Kyazan is old and the cold wind of the Steppe had entered his body many times. He fears that he would die before the year ended.
And if he did not tell his plans to his sons, he fears that no one would know what he planned.
Knowing his sons, they probably would take this tribe and run them to the ground. Kyazan does love his children.
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