10,000 BC
Erik clutched his flint spear and pulled his furs tighter around his body as they made their way through the undergrowth towards the deer that lay in the clearing ahead. They had been stalking their prey for a few days now and he was itching to get back to the village and the warmth of a fire. A signal was given once all five of the men were in position and they leapt forth from the bushes. Surrounded, the deer had nowhere to run and Erik drove his spear deep into the neck of a stag, bringing the great beast to the ground. He quickly drew his knife and made sure the animal died quickly and as painlessly as possible.
“Not bad.” He remarked, surveying the clearing once the chaos had cleared. All but one of the hunters had managed a kill, the meat would last the village quite a while. “Let’s head back home.” He added, grabbing his stag by the legs. The others followed suit, dragging the carcasses out of the clearing in the direction of their village. Looking back Erik saw the layer of snow in the clearing, splattered red with blood.
As the men walked, spirits were high and the next few hours passed quickly to Erik. Eventually smoke could be seen rising about the Horizon. Home, thought Erik, picking his pace up, desperate to warm up, telling stories of their hunt around a fire. As they came in sight of the village, he heard shouts letting people know of their arrival.
Erik clutched his flint spear and pulled his furs tighter around his body as they made their way through the undergrowth towards the deer that lay in the clearing ahead. They had been stalking their prey for a few days now and he was itching to get back to the village and the warmth of a fire. A signal was given once all five of the men were in position and they leapt forth from the bushes. Surrounded, the deer had nowhere to run and Erik drove his spear deep into the neck of a stag, bringing the great beast to the ground. He quickly drew his knife and made sure the animal died quickly and as painlessly as possible.
“Not bad.” He remarked, surveying the clearing once the chaos had cleared. All but one of the hunters had managed a kill, the meat would last the village quite a while. “Let’s head back home.” He added, grabbing his stag by the legs. The others followed suit, dragging the carcasses out of the clearing in the direction of their village. Looking back Erik saw the layer of snow in the clearing, splattered red with blood.
As the men walked, spirits were high and the next few hours passed quickly to Erik. Eventually smoke could be seen rising about the Horizon. Home, thought Erik, picking his pace up, desperate to warm up, telling stories of their hunt around a fire. As they came in sight of the village, he heard shouts letting people know of their arrival.