He gazed at the sun as sweat rolled down his face, he had been at his task since the sun crested the mountaintop, and now it was close to the tree line. He knew darkness would be here soon, and he was making little progress. He raised his hand again, steadied it, as he had done hundreds of time today, focusing, and then hurling the rock against the black slate, and finally this time it relented. It shattered into a dozen smaller fragments, many of them sharp is a beasts tooth. Grabbing a nearby vine, he took a medium sized chunk and carefully wrapped it around the slate, and then around a sturdy tree branch. Pulling it tight, and grabbing the slate carefully with his hands, tugging at it. It was sturdy, strong, ready.

The sun had fallen behind the trees, and the light was leaving his world. He moved slowly through the woods, mimicking the large cats that roamed and tormented his village. He stalked through the night, finally reaching a small clearing his prey now before him, as he crouched down. His hand tight around the crude spear, he let out a powerful scream as he hurled it forward with as much force as he could muster. The creature let out a scream, shooting into the woods as fast as it could, but he knew he had landed a fatal blow. His lets moved smoothly and steadily over the woodland floor, not moving too fast, nor too slow, his pace a pracrised art. It was not long before he stood above the creature, its last gasps of life leaving its body, as his strong hands moved down and wrang its neck. His family would eat well tonight, his family would be strong, his family would live on.