Ox clan

Pren nodded as he ran a hand through her hair briefly before the voice was heard, pulling the kitten back towards himself and putting him in his furs, letting his head pop out.

Gwennol looked up, standing and going to fetch her bag, "What is wrong with him?" She asked the young man, a boy really, who came to deliver the message. He shrugged, looking away from Pren, a hint of fear in his eyes, "I don't know, he has fever and won't wake." 

Gwennol's face grew serious and she turned to Pren, "I must go help."

The journey through Eregion was quiet, the land full of rolling hills and dry creek beds, clusters of holly trees giving the area the name, Hollin. Ancient elvish ruins dotted the landscape as they rode along the faint path, dust kicking up under the hooves of the big brown horse. 

Sunlight hit my face, a new day. I let my eyes adjust and stood up, but hit my head to the metal bars of the cage. I heard chuckling from the other cage. Peering to the ground I saw left overs of a Dunlending meal thrown at my feet. Without hesitation I ate and drank it all. A wagon came towards the village with long and broad tree logs. The logs were brought towards the pit.