The others

My father spoke of them when I was young. He had lived in the area we now camped as a boy. He remembered the men that were like us but were not us. They were stronger and bigger. And the relations between our clan and theirs had ended badly. We had returned to this land of harsh winters and summers with plentiful game. We were meaning to stay. We knew the risks. We knew the others were here as well. I felt them watching and waiting. What would they do? (M for later chapters)