The smile of the moon overlooked the mortal world, mocking those poor humans sleeping in the middle of the desert.
Inside one of the tents, a young man and his family were currently all sleeping. Suddenly, he opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling of the tents. All he could hear was the quiet breath of his grandparents and siblings sleeping. His parents were both dead for a long time already.
Slowly, slower than he had ever been, he pushed away the sheets made of brown fur and stood up from his sleeping place. He moved like a ghost, like a shadow as he paid attention to all the rustlings he was doing.
He stuck his face to the skin of karags making up the walls and waited for a short instant. Nothing.