The chieftain's tent was simple and unadorned, with a scent of leather and herbs. The father and daughter sat on the ground, examining a rough map, discussing the future of the tens of thousands from the Red Crow Tribe.
"Father, how far is this Great Lake?"
Alan widened her eyes, looking at the Great Lake in the north on the map, where Amoxtli's finger pointed, her eyes shimmering.
"Is it the same large lake we saw when we subdued the thousands of Bosalos Tribes before?"
"Yes! This lake is very large, running over seventy miles north to south, and more than ten miles wide east to west. According to the Bosalos people, it's called 'Warrior's Lake.' Its location is over four hundred miles from our camp here!"
Amoxtli's finger moved, drawing a large circle around Warrior Lake (now Lake Las Adjuntas).
