Atop a windswept hill in the Georgia 'ranges', out of the Spruce National forest, a rough circle has been cleared out, at the edges there stand a few stone slabs, reminiscent of the graves of old and at the back a rough altar stands. At Night the scene is lit only by a few fire bowls on tripods under the, for some reason, ususally clouded night sky.

This awe and fear inspiring place is where the children of Thunder meet to discuss tribal business and make plans.