Enkatah had been following the same flock for months now; this was her third year on the road. Just her and her tools, the sky and the birds, whichever birds she chose. Every year, there were more people doing this, living nomadically, following migrating animals. Weather was severe and always changing. The patterns were predictable, to a point. And for people living on the ground, the birds were a better bet. More reliable. Even if she lost sight of them, the old landmarks were still there, ...