Atala knew the baby was coming. She could feel it pressing against her insides. She opened the flap of her tent and looked around in the dark. Her people were sitting by the fire, talking in low whispers. One voice brought attention to Atala. It was Nolga, and she was raising hers above the others, and her husband, Colta rose to try and comfort her. She brushed him off and walked away towards her own tent.

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