The hunting dogs barked, disturbed, then were instantly quiet; they all sat obediently on their haunches. 

A group of female White Hun warriors appeared from the thick forest. They held torches of fire and the crackling flames chased away the darkness of the forest. However, the flames were unable to shine light through the foliage. They could only light up over ten metres of the surrounding area and this was vastly inadequate. 

“Damn. They lost the trail of those two,” said a female White Hun warrior. 

An old matronly woman squatted on the ground and took a look, then touched the grass and looked up at the tree canopy above her head. She was the most experienced hunter in the White Hun Tribe. She seemed to have discovered something and she looked surprised. 

Just then, a tall, sturdy woman walked to the old woman. Her features were delicate, and wonderfully spaced on her pretty face - a face so beautifully painting-like...