[alf's brother's mate]

CHAPTER 1

PART 2

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Kuroni awoke sharply, rising from his bed at such a pace he nearly blacked out.
He heard barking.
He glanced around the room in hunt of his spear, which he had left by his bed. He snatched it up then scanned the room. Nothing. Of course nothing. But what was outside was still to come. He stood up fully and headed towards the tent door, an opening cut in a swathe by himself and his spear. His head protruded from the tent as he peered around the blackened surroundings. About three hundred yards to his left, there was another village known as Hurikai. Hurikai was another relativley peacefull group of people establishing a village in a similar design of Kuroni's village.
Thundering towards the village of Hurikai was a long stream of wolves hurtling down the hillside along the village side. Even from here he could see the fire in the eyes of the wolves.
He was just headed for his bedsheets and the tent frame when he saw something.
A dark shadow was slowly edging across the side of his tent. He froze. How did he not notice it before? He came to his senses, then moved his arm back to throw. He then did. The spear came like a bullet from his hand, spearing though the tent and lancing whatever was on the other side.
Kuroni looked down through the hole in the wall. It was a young sabre-toothed tigre cub which must have been seperated from the rest of the pack.
Kuroni then turned, and stashed all of his bedding (A sheet of tiger skin, and a stich crafted blanket) into a wolf skin bag, and pulled down his tent, and stuffed it under his arm. He had all of his belongings stuffed into his bag, except for two items-his spear, and a longe spherical horn patterned with acient markings drawn by Kuroni himself, around 10 years ago. He pursed his lips then raised the horn butt to his mouth, then blew feircley into it. The sound echoed throughout the camp and beyond, as the sound ricoched off the tents and surrounding mountains. Several candles emerged from the tents to light up the area, but in addition to this, everyone from the camp arose from their resting point and stared packing away their tents as fast as they could. Hurikai was pretty much a neutral as far as Kuroni was concerned, but neutral was most certainly not enough! Kuroni was only bothered about Kuroni. The same went for the rest of his people. As much as they perhaps were seen as ignorant oblivious little self-rightous obsessives, they were actually doing the right thing. If you stick up for someone or something which is nothing to do with you then you may find yourself gutted in three seconds flat.
The rest of the camp continued packing away at lightning pace, while Hurikai's fate closed in on them, about to catch them completley unawares. Just before the camp was to leave, there were screams from the camp of Hurikai. men were seen emerging from their tents with all manner of weaponry, but it was far too late. Sighing, Kuroni and his people set off in a brisk fashion, wanting to get away from the creatures that hunted them as fast as possible...