...after slicing a fat piece of mutton tail and feeding it to the flames, she grabbed the galiin khaich and bound the two pointy ends tightly together with braided wool and hung it high in between the left walls next to the door of their ger. Quietly looking out to the night that is slowly pouring over the bald mountains, she is now rest assured that the newborn lost calf will soon find the way back home safe and sound.
