The Decision

     It was sunrise, and half the pack was all ready to go. I shoved my tent into my bag and called my family to come. I watched my tired, limpy, and stressed family take down their tent and stuff it away. I ordered the pack to move forward, today was going to be a long day. We moved for what felt like hours, over mountains, across rivers, through caves until we found something. A green valley sparkled below us. A forest to the far left and a cool, majestic, and musical river to the far right. Half the pack rejoiced, leaving their belongings where the were, they ran down the hill and rolled into the depths of the valley. Realizing my family had gone, I followed. Squealing and laughing my whole way down. Another part of our tribe- supposedly left behind- arrived a day later. A small settlement had been established when they arrived and they warned us we must keep going, to find just what we needed. "Is this no heaven?" I asked, they shook their heads. I being the packs leader, let the others who felt the need be to keep going, go. The people in my tribe who wanted to stay, could. The people who went from my tribe, would become the one of the others. Only a few people went, leaving some extra supplies for those who stayed. This place was just what we needed, it has it all. Even the weather was nice. I knew what was right, and if the others wanted to come back, they could.