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Era of Dud's Great Tribe
Population: 252 in Village, 24 going South,  24 going East[/b]

The Southern Group have been traveling for a few days. So far, there has been no abnormalities in the sea of white. They had killed a few small rodents for diner the past few nights and also saw a few Jeks, but no new food had been found.  Today, however, things will change. 

"What... What is...", stutters Fro, a warrior, pointing into the distance. The rest of the group glances into the direction of his outstretched digit and they gain the same incredulous expression Fro is now carrying. "So much green..." a hunter mutters under his breath. "So much in one place..." another hunter adds. The Brutes had encountered dirt, mud, trees,  and shrubs before, in the lowlands of the Tundra. However,  in front of them, not very far away, they see a huge wall of tall trees and more green then they could ever imagine. 
"What... What do we do...?" Ser, a tool maker, asks fearfully. 
The leader of the group, a tower of a Brute named Hof, grabs Ser by a handful of hair located on his chest and growls,
"Press on. Glory in new. Glory in green."

The Eastern group is not having near as much excitement as the Southern. So far, along Huu they had just seen more small rodents, Jeks, a few Snowhounds and a continuation of the seemingly endless white blanket.

Back at the village, more simple huts are being made along the coast. Dud ordered Rog to create better tools for hut building. 

A day passes and the Southern group reach the wall of trees. They see many rustles among the green under the trees.
 "Moving... Food.", whispers a hunter.
"Aye. But we stick out like spear in Jek neck." says another hunter, putting his pure white hair covered arm against the trunk of the tree. The group observes that the arm certainly does stick out against the dark brown bark. 
"So we do like when Jek wonders into Lowlands" Hof, a former hunter, says as he prys dirt out of the ground and pats it onto his hair, making it a dark brown color. The other Brutes copy his movements and soon the group is the color of the tree bark and dirt. Hof then grabs a leaf and tries rubbing it against his hair,  but the color does not rub off on him. He becomes irritated and uses the hilt of his sword to beat the leaf against a tree. After a moment, a hunter points out that the leaf has become a kind of paste. Hof then tries to rub it against his hair and it works! The group gives a small cheer at this discovery, for it will certainly lead to glory. They copy Hof's movements and add the green to their hair.

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