About the book: year / Sometimes strange creatures slowly float high in the sky, leaving a white cloudy trail behind them. They look like birds - but birds with hard, eternally spread wings, which they never flap. The tribe does not see, does not notice them - and therefore does not name them at all. It refers to them as legends about the old territory, about the Place-where-the-sun-sinks, about the Moonstone, about the Lion and Tiger tribe; They don’t need them, which means they’re not important. The pike simply calls them to himself – Birds.