The ice had finally begun to retreat, leaving behind the lush, dangerous valley of . Takkar stood at the edge of a limestone ridge, the scent of damp earth and predator musk heavy in the air. Behind him, the Wenja people were scattered, broken by the brutal Udam cannibals and the fire-worshiping Izila.
Survival against rival tribes (Udam and Izila) and the harsh prehistoric environment.
"Sayla," he whispered, the name of the gatherer who had saved him.