After Beringia
Alien at first, before becoming native.
"It's beautiful."
"Yeah, it really is."
"It's so, pristine."
"I've never seen anything like it in my life."
"I do miss our homeland."
"I don't miss the cold, though. Those winds were harsh."
"What should we do first?"
"I dunno, but I like the idea of setting up the tent first."
"I like that too. Setup the bed while you're at it. I'm gonna head on down to the river."
"Grab some clams with some fresh water while you're at it."
"Will do!"
Water skin in hand, the sighting of a bald eagle catching a trout blessed their eyes.
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