The Promised Land
A quaint area where the Tribe called home. The game was good, the well they had dug to provide water was abundant, and wild berries dotted the land. Life was good here but with the destruction of the Tribe meant the game was scared off, the well had been used entirely and dried up, and the bushes had been burned in the raid.
The Farm no longer could support the remaining Tribe, it was time to move on.