Another few days pass, and you become more and more confident that the majority of the Burning Mammoths are far behind you. The days become boring repetition as nothing exciting is happening. Eventually you arrive at the Grandparents.
This wide, windswept valley marks the beginning of the Tusk Mountains and the point at which the Broken Tusks typically turn north for the summer. The expanse is several miles wide, but rolling hills and mountains rising high to the northwest and southeast make the area feel smaller than it is. The way the peaks loom over the plain gives an impression of enormous, stooped figures, hence their name: the Grandparents.
The following has always stopped in the valley between the Grandparents to engage in quiet rituals honoring departed ancestors. Even with the Burning Mammoths in pursuit; no one wants to skip taking some time to observe this tradition, especially now with Grandfather Eiwa among those to be remembered.
OOC:
As you scout for a proper place to camp, could you all give me a Survival or Perception check.