Thag ripped the fang from the throat of the beast. Part of him wanted to drag it back to the tribe so all could eat, but their was no telling how long the deer would keep the others at bay. They walked back towards the cave. Thag's shoulder ached, but on closer inspection the wound wasn't too bad and it didn't stop him using his arm. His hands traced the scratch marks across his neck and he shivered when he realised how close to death he'd come.

His mood only grew worse when he realised they hadn't made it to the hills he would have to try and convince the others to try again tomorrow. He started to perk up when they were about half way back. The sun had disappeared awhile ago, but there was still some light left. He prayed the others had had more luck than himself and Garrak. At least they had the rodent like creature.

Thag gazed at his tribesman. There was a guilty look on his face. Thag wondered on this for awhile before he paused and laughed. Garrak face showed his confusion. Thag soon stopped laughing and look at his friend. [color=00a651]We should be dead! Yet here we stand! The Gods haven't abandoned us![/color] Thag grabbed Garraks shoulder and raised his fang before tapping it against Garrak's own fang. [color=00a651]I owe you my life my fang brother![/color] Thag laughed again. His body was battered and bruised, but he felt well and truly alive.