To lead his people, Takkar knew he had to become more than a man; he had to become the . He looked toward the dense canopy where a rare blood-fanged sabertooth was rumored to prowl. To tame such a creature would require more than strength—it required the spirit of Oros itself.
The ice had finally begun to retreat, leaving behind the lush, dangerous valley of . Takkar stood at the edge of a limestone ridge, the scent of damp earth and predator musk heavy in the air. Behind him, the Wenja people were scattered, broken by the brutal Udam cannibals and the fire-worshiping Izila.
Taming wild animals to use as weapons and companions.