To the North and West the distant horizon is obscured by the waves of heat rising from the grasslands. To the South and East visibility is only a few hundred yards until it meets the trees of the forests beyond. The wall is only about 16 hands high but it offers a decent, although hot, vantage to view the surrounding countryside. Your tribe has only been here a month or two and the shoddy wooden wall was the best the village could manage.
The day has been a miserable one, and it seems even the birds have taken shelter from the summer heat. You have been on the wall since just after sun-up and you haven't seen so much as a Spearow in hours. Your companions look equally as miserable and board, but at least offer conversation to pass the time.