The terrible storm had finally ended, leaving Urza and the rest of her tribe stranded in unfamiliar territory. The red-haired cavewoman sighed wearily and, after slurping down another handful of tepid water, rose from her place beside the pool. She'd spent most of the day recovering her strength alongside Caerwyn, Ryla-Tuk, Nis, Wila and Elder Na-Tuk. Several hours earlier, Thag, one of the younger warriors, ran off in a westerly direction and mighty Garrak had pursued him. The image of Garrak, an expression of utter bewilderment on his face, sprinting after Thag made Urza smile. Not only was the man a truly formidable warrior, but he cared deeply about each member of the tribe. Perhaps he was favored by the god Na-Tuk and Thag always jabbered about? Urza didn't understand why this Codak was more worthy of worship than the spirits, but she also didn't care enough to ask the elder to explain. Regardless, Garrak would make a fine leader once Na-Tuk passed into the Spirit Realm. Maybe he would be interested in taking a certain red-haired huntress as his mate? Pushing the foolish thought from her mind, Urza picked up her ashwood spear from its resting place by the cave's entrance and watched as night slowly engulfed the land.

Without warning, Nis loped out of the cavern, his sister hot on his heels, and Urza let out a hoot of laughter. Wila would make sure "Nis the Unlucky" stayed out of trouble, though the dangers of this new land might prove too much for the intrepid siblings. And anything could happen during the dark time. Running a hand through her hair, Urza glanced at the elder and said, "Urza stand guard here. Make sure nothing comes until others return." She inclined her head respectfully to Na-Tuk and stood in the mouth of the cave, positioning herself in such a way that nothing could get past her. Tightening her grip on her spear's shaft, the huntress proudly lifted her chin, feeling confident for the first time in what felt like ages.

A loud, throaty roar split the night. The hunting cry of a predator. 

Urza's pale green eyes widened in horror, but she stood her ground. By the spirits, what else could she do? She wasn't about to run out into the inky blackness, screaming for the others to return to the cave immediately. She'd undoubtedly attract the attention of whatever beast was prowling around out there. Abruptly, Urza remembered Na-Tuk telling her about a clever spirit called Izila the Homebringer. It was Izila's duty to bring the valiant spirit warriors back home after their nightly hunts. Only then, when the lights of the warrior's torches faded from the sky, could the great sun spirit awaken. Only then could a new day begin. And how did Izila convince these peerless hunters to return to her? She roared like an enraged cave bear to signal it was time for the hunt to end. Not even the spirit warriors wanted to fight a cave bear. Taking a deep breath, and whispering a quiet prayer to the Homebringer, Urza let loose a shout that almost sounded like a cave bear's bellow. Looking over her shoulder at the others, she said, "Make Izila sound! We get others back before they get eaten!"