The Inferno Tribe... A tree made of flames… My mind repeated those two lines over and over.
Then it clicked. The totem! Is that what it symbolizes? The name of this tribe? I turned to look at Euphie and she nodded in affirmation as if she knew what I had been about to ask.
Staring at the skull of the white ape, I said thoughtfully, "I wonder what happened two hundred years ago to cause their tribe to decline so severely."
Clearly, the chieftain had to be an incredibly strong man to be able to take down a white ape this size. How could he have allowed his tribe's numbers to dwindle this much? How could he become the frail man standing in front of us today? I frowned, though I knew it was silly—everyone aged and became weak with time.
"It's a little hard to believe that they were once
