EXT. - THE DESERT - EARLY MORNING

Mama Roan sat behind her trailer in the chill breeze of the dying desert night, thinking of Wind and Cici and her tribe. He'd fought her, her headstrong and passionate grandson, when she'd given him his orders.

"I won't leave the tribe at a time like this," he said. But the desperate edge to his voice told her he'd obey. He just needed his words heard. She remembered those days of youthful arrogance, long gone from her now.

"Cici ...