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Feral Fangs: Art of Survival
Chapter 2: Call of the Wild
Arc 1

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Midday was a rather calm time of day on Isla Primigenia. At this time, most of the land's denizens went about their usual routines, grazing about the terrain and feasting on all the leafy greens within. And that exactly was going on a particularly green patch of land. Life was absolutely content for all the animals here, great, and small. The plant-eating herbivores filled the vast plains, stoking in the sun on their bodies, and munching away on the tasty grass all over them. A large male Edmontosaurus watched over his herds, while the mothers kept an eye on their young. Other herbivores like the armored Stegosaurs, and Dryosauruses kept to themselves by sticking to the shrubs on the other side of the field. All in all, it seemed life was good for these glorious animals. But Nature works in funny ways. For when herbivores were gathered like this, there was often a predator out there who'd be more than willing to take advantage of the opportunity.

Just outside the fields, a shape slunk in the bushes, watching the creatures feasting. All over, there were all sorts of tender morsels just waiting to be eaten! The thoughts were so tempting, a grin entered the shape's face. Obviously, charging in blindly wasn't going to cut it, so this hunter began making a plan. Slinking through the bushes, the hunter set its eyes on the towering trees standing before a herd of Syndyoceras. Smirking, the hunter quietly grabbed the bark of the tree, and made its way to the tip-top of the branches for a better view of the terrain. Thankfully, there were plenty of thick branches to hide behind, and the hinter continued their observations. They began observing who exactly to go after. What would provide a good meal today? They got their answer in the form of a lone Syndyoceras, large and plump, scarfing down leaves like nobody's business. It had just swallowed a massive pile of leaves, and turned away, hoping to head down to the lake for a drink.

It never got the chance.

From the branches, the hunter made their move! Leaping from the branches above, they dove down towards her prey and landed right on top of the Syndyocera's spine, jamming it with a long spear! The poor animal howled as it felt something sharp pierce its flesh, the hunter digging further into the skin, sending blood trickling down. The animal's knees gave out from the pain, continuing to moan pathetically. With a blank expression, the hunter approached the dying Syndyoceras, pulled out a small tooth-shaped dagger, and stuck it in the animal's cranium, killing it instantly.

The hunter took a deep breath, walking out to get a good look at her catch. The hunter was not a beast of the jungle at all, but rather, a human; A girl to be specific. Her skin was tanned, no doubt from the intense jungle heat, covered with tribal tattoos on her face, arms, and body, and her long scarlet hair was wild and messy. She wore a brown crop top, a kilt-like skirt with a small pouch wrapped around it, and brown armbands wrapped in white. She also had a bone necklace, and her feet were completely bare. The girl wiped a bead of sweat from her forehead.

"Wow!" she said breathlessly. "That was something! Took a lot outta me, but a kill like this is worth it!" Stretching her arms, the girl took another look at the Syndyoceras, the life having passed from its eyes. She gave a sad smile and kneeled down. "Well, time to get to work." Taking her dagger, she began to cut into the flesh of the animal, steam hissing from the gaping wound in its abdomen. With the wound open, the girl dug in and meticulously began wringing out the inner guts and intestines. She took quick glances as she worked, it would be trouble if a scavenger came in as she was still prepping her kill before she got to eat it. When none came, she smiled contently as the last of the insides were gored. Now she could properly feast! Using her dagger, she began to evenly butcher the meat into portions, some for now, and some for later. Once she put some of the meat in her pouch, she heard a distinct noise like that of a cackle. The girl groaned, why did those darn scalpers have to show up this time of day? Taking one last look at the husked carcass, she caught a sight inside the chest cavity, something red and juicy. Licking her chops, the girl quickly reached in and pulled out the Syndyoceras heart.

"That'll make a good snack for later." She said, sticking it in her pouch. She placed her hands on her hips. "Well, I got what I needed. I better bust out before the hyenas get here." And with that, she dashed off, just as a pack of hyenas cackled and howled towards the area and ripped into the poor carcass for the feasting.

She found a quiet spot in the jungle away from the field and soon got to work making a fire so she could cook her meal. She placed the meat gatherings on her spear and rolled it over the fire like a spit until it was nice and cooked. The process was taking a while, so the girl reached into her pouch and pulled out the heart, taking a bite. She smiled.

"Hmm. Not bad." She said and instantly went back to turning her meal.

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NIGHTFALL, THE FROST LANDS

At the hallmark of the village, Kenai's family gathered together around a bonfire, as well as other friends and acquaintances of Kenai's hunting party. The light crackles of the flames weren't enough to warm their sorrowed hearts. Taqukaq stood about the bonfire and turned his attention towards everyone in the village.

"Kenai's death is a tragedy... To lose him, my first-born son... Is a deep personal loss, it's almost too much to endure... And with a heavy heart, allow us to have a moment of long silence, to think back and remember the moments, of my late son, and the greatest hunter of all the Frost Lands..."

And all took a moment of silence to mourn. Nadia and Akecheta cried some more, the younger sibling clenched their mother, and Taqukaq shed a tear of his own.

"Goodbye... I will miss you... my son... Let the great spirits guide you home..."

Slowly, everyone began making their way back to their huts. It was rather late, and tomorrow was still going to be a new day. Kenai's family were the last to leave, as Anana scuttled the kids into the hut, she noticed Akecheta staring out into the forest.

"Akecheta?" The older woman asks. The girl in question looks to her, eyes bloodshot from crying. "Aren't you gonna come inside?" Akecheta merely shook her head.

"In a bit. I still need a moment." Anana nodded understandably and went inside. With her mother inside, Akecheta dashed off. There was someone she needed to see. It didn't take long to find him, for she spotted a tribal-looking hut with a glowing light within. Akecheta took a deep breath and pushed aside the cloth door. She looked around.

"Hello? Is anyone home?" She called. That's when a shape turned towards her. It was a man, much older than her father. He wore a pelt with various animals and held a staff with more animal skulls.

"What are you doing here this time of night?" Said the man in a deep voice. Akecheta sighed.

"Tonrar. I came to ask you something." The man raised an eyebrow.

"Ah, you know of me. Akecheta." He drawled. Akecheta nodded.

"Yes. You are the great shaman to our tribe, and I believe you can help me with my problem." Tonrar hummed quietly.

"Very well. So, what troubles you, young huntress?"

"Well… just today, I lost someone very close to me." Tonrar sighed mournfully.

"So, I've heard… I'm deeply sorry for your loss, young one..." Akecheta bit her lip to keep her composure.

"This is going to sound very stupid. But… I want to go find him..." Tonrar raised an eyebrow.

"Now why would you want to? You said it yourself. The boy is gone."

"I have this feeling, sir. This feeling that… Kenai's alive. Right before I lost him, this monster grabbed him and bit him, but I threw my spear, to chase it away." Akecheta then went into great detail about the incident, as well as describing the monster to the shaman. When she finished, the old man looked as if his heart had stopped.

"Oh... That monster you and your siblings saw… That was no ordinary predator…. That was a Lycaebellator." Now it was Akecheta's turn to raise an eyebrow.

"Lycaebellator?"

"Oh yes. It's a group of giant beasts that grow very big and are very aggressive. They all vary in shapes and sizes and colors. But there is a rare condition when a Lycaebellator drools a purple substance, that's when the Savage Strain is spread, but it is always affected at night, and it can turn the human into a savage monster." Akecheta was horrified. If what Tonrar said is true, then Kenai could very well become a monster as well!

"Oh no! I must save him!!" Tonrar's expression darkened.

"Be warned. For, if you do, it is going to be a very dangerous quest. Beware 'The Beast', for once he finds your scent, he will hunt you down and kill you..."

"The Beast?"

"I know many stories of such a monster... It has slaughtered many tribes and many creatures for pleasure." Akecheta narrowed her eyes in determination!

"I won't leave my brother; I have to save him!" Tonrar gave a rare smile to the girl.

"Then I wish you luck... let the great spirits protect you from harm..."

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THE NEXT DAY

The rays of the morning sunlight were bright, at least bright enough to get most creatures of the jungle to rise up and start their day. A few bird-like pterosaurs squawked loudly, not unlike a rooster on the farm. But there was one jungle dweller still asleep. Hidden deep in the jungle forest lay a makeshift den inside a small but narrow cave. Inside the cave was the girl, sprawled on the four lazily, using large banana leaves as blankets. Unfortunately, the birds' squawks were enough to wake her from her slumber, as she opened a sleepy eye. Grumbling, she forced herself to sit up, yawning as she stretched her arms. Shaking her head to get the sleep out of her system, she decided to step out and observe her territory. If there was one thing worth getting out of bed in the morning, it was to admire the absolute beauty and serenity of the jungles of Isla Primigenia. The girl took a deep breath as she took in the scenery.

Until a low grumbling noise spoilt the mood. The girl's face dropped and clenched her stomach. Reason number two for getting up in the morning reared its ugly head.

"Welp. So much for admiring the view." She pouted. "Oh, well, time for breakfast!" Kicking some stones along her path, the girl walked a trail close to her cave. There was a freshwater river here, and she always came here when she craved fish, which was exactly what she felt like taking down this morning. Spear in hand, the girl made it to the river. The sound of rushing water deafened any noises from anything nearby, but the girl could frankly care less. Finding a boulder on the edge of the water, she perched herself on it like a hawk, crouched down, and waited. Keeping her eye on the water, she waited for any fish to swim in her general direction. It took a good five minutes before a big trout stupidly swam by, only for it to fall victim to the girl's spear.

"Gotcha!" she declared proudly. She set it next to her on the boulder, then assumed the crouched position again for another fish. Some minutes later, and eventually, another trout succumbed to the girl's spear. Eventually, the girl caught enough fish to feed herself for the day. Relieved, the girl stepped into the river so she could gather the fishes on her spear and take them back to her den.

Suddenly, a shape made its way into the water. a row of dark green spikes rose from the water along with a long narrow head. The girl barely had time to dodge as a large crocodile lunged from the water and clamped its jaws at the air. Claiming her spear, the girl thrust it threateningly at the crocodile.

"Back off! Back off, I said!" She shouted. The crocodile hissed, growled a warning, then slunk back into the river, disappearing into the water. The girl breathed a sigh of relief, then turned her attention back to her catch of fish, unharmed.

"That was too close," she muttered. "At least I got what I came for." As a reward for chasing off a crocodile, she took a big chomp on the largest trout, savoring the fishy taste. Wiping her lips, she then began to gather firewood so she could properly start breakfast.

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Some distance away, on a wide-open section of grasslands, a plethora of herbivores thrived under the clear sky. Many of them had gathered in herds, while some mostly stuck together in family units. Long-necked sauropods, Brachiosaurus foraged on the trees like giant giraffes while some of the smaller ones munched on pinecones and fallen branches complete with fruits and plants. On the sides, plated stegosaurs grazed on bushes and ferns, preferring the more exotic taste compared to plain old grass. While an old stegosaur grazed on the ferns, a pair of younger specimens were roughhousing with each other, no doubt energized from their meal. Some smaller Camptosaurs also stuck around, only for mutual protection, knowing full well the stegosaurs would be a great defense against predators.

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And speaking of, hidden out of sight were two Allosauruses, watching the herbivores feed, eager to get their jaws on some fresh meat. Their eyes met a family of Dryosauruses, a mother and a litter of three, and slunk into the grass to prepare an attack. One of the baby Dryosaurs started wandering off from the group, while the mother gave a bark-like howl in response. She had a bad feeling about something, and now wasn't the time to go exploring. The baby slowly limped back to the group, and as the Dryosaurs were preparing to leave, it happened.

The Allosauruses lunged from the grass like hungry tigers, giving chase after the dryosaurs! The herbivores ran as fast as they could, but it wasn't fast enough! One of the allosaurs shoved the mother, and taking advantage of the disorientation, snapped its jaws around her throat, and bit down with a sickening crunch! The other allosaur continued to go after the infants, who tried running as fast as they could. They were so focused on trying not to die, they didn't realize they were running right into a dead-end in the form of a male Stegosaurus. The bull stegosaur caught eye of the Allosaurus, and angrily howled, its back plates flashing in an intimidating manner. The allosaur roars with indignation, annoyed and confused at the flashing colors, and at last backs off, grumbling all the way. The stegosaur grunts in response, then set its eyes on the baby dryosaurs, blinking slowly. The Allosaurus meanwhile caught up with its brother, who was happily munching on the mother Dryosaurus. It whimpered, upset that he didn't catch his share of prey.

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Later that day, The girl was enjoying herself enormously. She had taken to a grassy section of the savannah and was frolicking throughout the land. She squeed and laughed as she felt the grass beneath her toes, or how the wind blew her hair to the side, thus propelling her speed. She had come to the top of a big hill, and with a deep breath, allowed herself to fall, tumbling down the bank, rolling around in the grass, laughing all the way to the bottom. When she stopped, she took a moment to chortle as she took in a gulp of fresh air. Life was good. She spent the next few minutes lying on the ground, catching her breath, and allowing her body to rest from all the running she'd been doing. As she did so, she felt her eyes start to droop, and a yawn escaped her lips. Before she knew it, the girl had fallen asleep in the grass.

She later awoke to the sound of pterosaur squawks, no doubt out and about for the evening hunt, and noticed how late the day was becoming. The bright blue sky was now becoming orange, and the sun was nearly down. It would be night soon. Propping herself up, she surveyed the area and noticed how quiet it was. The smallest of frowns entered the girl's face. For all the enjoyment she gets of this life as a wild woman, she had no one to spend it with. And there were times where she'd feel a bit lonely. She grabbed her arm as memories entered her head, memories of people…

A crunch took her out of her thoughts, and a low moaning as well. The girl gasped, then turned to see a large Triceratops scraping a nearby boulder as its territory. The dinosaur stopped its work as it noticed the human girl right next to it. The girl tenses slightly, she knew triceratops' well. They were like rhinos, dangerous and gentle at the same time.

"H-hey there, big guy.." She said sweetly. "How are you?" The triceratops blinked curiously at her. Taking a deep breath, the girl stuck out her hand and moved it close to the dinosaur, who sniffed it as a dog would. Deciding this human wasn't a threat, the triceratops' beak grazed the girls' hand, and with a smile, the girl gently stroked it like one would a horse.

"My, you're a big softie, aren't you?" The triceratops let out a low rumble in response. The girl calmly rubbed the dinosaurs' horn, greatly admiring the mighty creature, and was taken aback when it extended its tongue and licked her cheek. The girl chucked at this playful act, then took a look at the boulder the triceratops had been scraping. It now possessed long thick scratches and looked quite eerie. The girl gasped. "Did you do that by yourself?" she asked it. The dinosaur gave a slow nod as if answering her question. The girl whistled in awe.

"That's a mighty fine piece of work, right there. See ya!" And with one last stroke, the girl parted ways and took off in the other direction. The triceratops let out a happy rumble as it two went on its merry way.

The girl left the grasslands and went out to the meadows for her evening hunt. At this time of day, there was usually a herd of antelope that would gather here for leafy greens. Knowing full well of this, the girl knew she had to be clever if she wanted to eat that night. So, getting on all fours, she ducked below a bush and peered out slowly to get a look at her prey. There were about three of them, and while two grazed, a lone buck was on guard duty, keeping a watchful eye out for danger. The girl pondered to herself, this was going to be tricky, indeed. So, ducking back into the bushes, she got to the ground, and slowly edged towards the antelope. Tiptoe by tiptoe, the bushes crawled and inched ever so slowly, but the hungry antelope took no notice. The buck glanced and noticed that one shrub was shaped differently than the others and that it had gotten closer than it had a few seconds ago. Something was off…

That's when the girl burst out of the shrubs, spear in hand, and thrust it at the antelope, striking the buck square in the cranium. It howled in pain before collapsing, while the two remaining antelope belted in terror and ran away. The girl watched as the buck's limbs twitched spastically until at last, it ceased movement altogether. She clicked her tongue sadly while shaking her head. Killing animals like this wasn't something she liked doing, but at the same time, she had to eat too. So, as with her past kills, she waited a moment of silence before pulling out her dagger, ready to butcher the meat. But right when she placed the dagger on the buck's flesh, an awful noise filled the air. The girl's eyes widened, and her stomach filled with dread.

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"Oh no…" She said weakly. She looked up and saw birds were flying away, sensing that the source of the roar was on the way. The girl gritted her teeth in fear. She had to get out of sight! Thinking quickly, she dragged the buck over to a nearby tree and set it by the bottom. By the time she did so, she could feel the ground quake and loud stomping noises filled the air. The girl was panicking now! Gripping the tree's bark, she quickly made her way up the branches and took refuge in the highest branch, hoping that "he" wouldn't find her.

Content with her sanctuary, the girl ducked down and saw a herd of helmet crested Corythosaurus dash into the meadow. There were about ten or so of them, and each of them was howling loudly, almost out of fear. It didn't take long for the source of their fear to rear its ugly head. Stomping into the meadow was none other than the dreaded monster Tonrar had christened "The Beast". The Lycaebellator gave a wicked roar and snarled towards the terrified herd. The girl gripped the tree branches harder, she had a bad feeling about this. Then, without warning, the Lycaebellator charged head straight and rammed a Corythosaurus to the ground with little effort. The hadrosaur whimpered pathetically but was silenced when the Lycaebellator placed a foot on its head and applied pressure, killing it instantly. A male Corythosaurus stallion angrily bellowed at the monster and attempted to fight back by smacking its tail against the monster. The Lycaebellator snorted at this indignation, then swiping its head, pulls a chokeslam move on the Corythosaur, the impact snapping the poor creature's neck. Another Corythosaur tried to ram the Lycaebellator, only for it to shriek as the Lycaebellator bit down on its back and swung off to the side like a sack of potatoes. Yet another one attempted to attack the monster's side, but it was greeted with the Lycaebellators claws swiping its claws on its face, leaving a deadly slash where its face would have been. It tumbled to the ground as blood gushed from its wound. The Lycaebellator wasn't done yet, as with a single move, it swooped in, bit down on the hadrosaurs head, and tore it clean off!

The girl was absolutely horrified at the slaughter session transpiring before her. One by one, each Corythosaur was brutally crushed, maimed, beaten, and killed by this super-beast of a predator. No, predator indicates that they'd be doing this for food. No, this monster was killing for pleasure! It never let up with the sheer ferocity and rage as it massacred the herd, and not a single hadrosaur was spared from its wrath. When at last, the final Corythosaur fell, the Lycaebellator channeled its victory with a loud triumphant roar, the likes of which sent chills down a person's spines. From her hiding spot in the trees, the girl gripped the branches so hard, her knuckles were turning white. Her breathing became ragged, and her expression was hardened into a scowl. She knew this monster well, having crossed past it one or two times in her years in the jungle, and every time, she felt unbridled rage and anger at the beast.

"Damn you…" She growled to herself... "Damn you to hell!" She repeated for emphasis. The Lycaebellator stopped roaring and turned its direction in the trees where the girl was hiding. Thankfully, the thick foliage was enough to shield her from view, but yet, the monster sensed that there was a small life-form in this vicinity. It narrowed its eyes and allowed a smile to creep on its lips. The girl tensed. Did it know she was there? Would they have to battle again? Perhaps she'd add another scar to his collection, or maybe, this time, she could finish what he started all those years ago! But it never came to that point. For the Lycaebellator snorted from its nose, and with a short roar, turned its head and walked in the other direction. The girl allowed a deep sigh to escape from her as she watched the monster leave.

"This isn't over!" She said, not caring whether or not it heard her. With a sad sigh, she rose from the branches and jumped to the ground with ease. Then, with great hesitation, she took a good long look at the damage. The whole meadow was a complete mess, blood had been splattered everywhere, and the bodies of the Corythosaurs lie unmoving and still. The girl felt her lip quiver at this sight. It brought her back to a time she didn't want to think about.

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It was then when she heard a weak moan. She gasped and saw that one of the hadrosaurs was still alive, if only barely. It had a large chunk of flesh missing from its back and its arm was twisted unnaturally. Running over to it, the girl kneeled down and placed her hands on the poor creature's neck, caressing it like she did the Triceratops. She shushed the Corythosaur and made a humming noise, as tears threatened to pour from her eyes.

"It's going to be alright." She whispered. "I'll stay with you when you pass to the Great Beyond." She said softly. The Corythosaur moaned weakly, its strength was fading fast. The girl bit her lip and merely continued to comfort the dinosaur the best she could. After struggling to breathe for a minute or two, the Corythosaur finally stopped fighting, and with one final breath, ceased movement altogether. The girl's eyes clenched as she saw its eyes turn grey and lifeless. Sighing heavily, she placed a kiss on the dinosaur's forehead and clasped her hands for a moment of silence, a custom she was well acquainted with.

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The sun was almost completely down, and the night was on its way. The girl was currently trekking her way through the jungle on her way home. After paying her respects, she had managed to gather enough of the buck's meat for the night, although her eyes were noticeably bloodshot. This wasn't the first time she nearly evaded an encounter with the Lycaebellator, and it wouldn't be the last. She hated that monster with every fiber of her being, and hoped that one of these days, one of these days, she'd finally end his reign of terror for good! But alas, she was lucky to be alive right now, and that's what mattered right now. She ducked through branches and skipped over rocks as she retraced her steps. Having lived in the jungle for so long, all she had to do to find a home was look at her surroundings and follow the river. She was just making her way past marshlands when a rustle reached her ears. She stopped.

"Hello?" She called out. "Who's there!?" She asked again. There was no response. Then the rustle came again, and a moaning sound as well. The girl gritted her teeth. It was probably a bear or something. She hastily grabbed her spear and pointed it at the bush. "All right, bear! I'm armed! I suggest you stay away!" The moaning sound returned, and then a plopping sound like something had fallen. The girl raised an eyebrow, then slowly, edged forward, using her spear to move aside the foliage. Then, the girl gasped, her eyes popped with wonder.

"Oh my gosh!" She exclaimed. On the ground, barely breathing, was a man. He was clad in brown pelts, albeit ripped up, and had a mop of black hair. He was covered in dirt, scratches, and dried blood, and his shoulder possessed an ugly-looking bite mark. He sounded hoarse and dry, and his chest was barely moving. If the girl didn't know better, she'd have thought she was dead. At least that what a raccoon thought, as it prodded the body curiously. The girl dropped her spear and dashed towards the man.

"Hey, mister?! Are you okay?!" She knelt down and took the man in her arms. His face was that of shock and he was panting heavily. She shook him frantically, fear evident in her voice. "Mister! Wake up, mister! Mister!!" But it was no good, the man took a deep breath, and slumped into unconsciousness. The girl was absolutely speechless at what was going on. This was not how he expected her day to go by. She looked around her surroundings. It's a miracle this man survived as long as he did with that nasty-looking wound. She took a look at it and cringed at the lavender liquid dripping from the bite. Taking a deep breath, she hardened her expression, she knew what she had to do! Setting him down again, the girl reached down and attempted to sling him over her shoulder. She nearly fell over at first, this man was much heavier than he looked. Nonetheless, she made a beeline for her den. Hopefully, she could be a Good Samaritan and care for this man before he perished.

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Back in the village, Kenai's family were asleep, it was quiet and calm as they lay comfortable in their sleeping places. Well, all but one, Akecheta was having trouble sleeping. All she could think about was her brother. She tossed and turned, moaning, and groaning about the possibilities of Kenai becoming a Lycaebellator like the monster that bit him. At last, she shot out of bed, dripping with sweat. She took a moment to catch her breath, and at last, narrowed her eyes.

"I don't care about the risks. I know what I've gotta do…"

After getting dressed, she grabbed her equipment, spear, and Kenai's old dagger, and as quietly as she could, crept out of the hut. Creeping towards an old shack, she found her two raptors, and delicately, leaned down to wake them up. The raptors snorted crankily, but one look at Akecheta calmed them down.

Once everything was in order, Akecheta and the raptors prepared to leave the village and embark on their quest. Right as they passed the main hut, the sound of footsteps stopped them in their trek. Akecheta turned to see a tearful Nadia standing by one of the huts.

"Nadia?" Akecheta said meekly. "I'm sorry. This is something I have to do. You can't stop me." But then, she felt Nadia cling to her jacket, looking up at her innocently. She then gestured something that made Akecheta's jaw drop.

"No! You can't come with me." She said. Nadia gestured again, tears threatening to pour once again. Akecheta sighed. "Nadia… what happened wasn't your fault. What I'm about to do is dangerous. You know that right?" The young girl nodded. The two raptors glanced at each other, wondering what the fuss was about. Akecheta shook her head exasperated. "If I let you go, you're listening to me. And we're not coming back until Kenai is back home. Now, for the last time, you still want to go?" Nadia's expression was determined. Akecheta made a matching expression.

"Alright, then. Come on!"

And so, Nadia, Akecheta, Chilali, and Tulugaq began their long and treacherous journey to find their lost brother Kenai, hoping to whatever God was out there to make sure he was safe from the wrath of The Beast…

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To be continued...

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Description

Feral Fangs: Art of Survival
Chapter 2: Call of the Wild
Arc 1

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Opening: www.youtube.com/watch?v=pHA7fT…

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Midday was a rather calm time of day on Isla Primigenia. At this time, most of the land's denizens went about their usual routines, grazing about the terrain and feasting on all the leafy greens within. And that exactly was going on a particularly green patch of land. Life was absolutely content for all the animals here, great, and small. The plant-eating herbivores filled the vast plains, stoking in the sun on their bodies, and munching away on the tasty grass all over them. A large male Edmontosaurus watched over his herds, while the mothers kept an eye on their young. Other herbivores like the armored Stegosaurs, and Dryosauruses kept to themselves by sticking to the shrubs on the other side of the field. All in all, it seemed life was good for these glorious animals. But Nature works in funny ways. For when herbivores were gathered like this, there was often a predator out there who'd be more than willing to take advantage of the opportunity.

Just outside the fields, a shape slunk in the bushes, watching the creatures feasting. All over, there were all sorts of tender morsels just waiting to be eaten! The thoughts were so tempting, a grin entered the shape's face. Obviously, charging in blindly wasn't going to cut it, so this hunter began making a plan. Slinking through the bushes, the hunter set its eyes on the towering trees standing before a herd of Syndyoceras. Smirking, the hunter quietly grabbed the bark of the tree, and made its way to the tip-top of the branches for a better view of the terrain. Thankfully, there were plenty of thick branches to hide behind, and the hinter continued their observations. They began observing who exactly to go after. What would provide a good meal today? They got their answer in the form of a lone Syndyoceras, large and plump, scarfing down leaves like nobody's business. It had just swallowed a massive pile of leaves, and turned away, hoping to head down to the lake for a drink.

It never got the chance.

From the branches, the hunter made their move! Leaping from the branches above, they dove down towards her prey and landed right on top of the Syndyocera's spine, jamming it with a long spear! The poor animal howled as it felt something sharp pierce its flesh, the hunter digging further into the skin, sending blood trickling down. The animal's knees gave out from the pain, continuing to moan pathetically. With a blank expression, the hunter approached the dying Syndyoceras, pulled out a small tooth-shaped dagger, and stuck it in the animal's cranium, killing it instantly.

The hunter took a deep breath, walking out to get a good look at her catch. The hunter was not a beast of the jungle at all, but rather, a human; A girl to be specific. Her skin was tanned, no doubt from the intense jungle heat, covered with tribal tattoos on her face, arms, and body, and her long scarlet hair was wild and messy. She wore a brown crop top, a kilt-like skirt with a small pouch wrapped around it, and brown armbands wrapped in white. She also had a bone necklace, and her feet were completely bare. The girl wiped a bead of sweat from her forehead.

"Wow!" she said breathlessly. "That was something! Took a lot outta me, but a kill like this is worth it!" Stretching her arms, the girl took another look at the Syndyoceras, the life having passed from its eyes. She gave a sad smile and kneeled down. "Well, time to get to work." Taking her dagger, she began to cut into the flesh of the animal, steam hissing from the gaping wound in its abdomen. With the wound open, the girl dug in and meticulously began wringing out the inner guts and intestines. She took quick glances as she worked, it would be trouble if a scavenger came in as she was still prepping her kill before she got to eat it. When none came, she smiled contently as the last of the insides were gored. Now she could properly feast! Using her dagger, she began to evenly butcher the meat into portions, some for now, and some for later. Once she put some of the meat in her pouch, she heard a distinct noise like that of a cackle. The girl groaned, why did those darn scalpers have to show up this time of day? Taking one last look at the husked carcass, she caught a sight inside the chest cavity, something red and juicy. Licking her chops, the girl quickly reached in and pulled out the Syndyoceras heart.

"That'll make a good snack for later." She said, sticking it in her pouch. She placed her hands on her hips. "Well, I got what I needed. I better bust out before the hyenas get here." And with that, she dashed off, just as a pack of hyenas cackled and howled towards the area and ripped into the poor carcass for the feasting.

She found a quiet spot in the jungle away from the field and soon got to work making a fire so she could cook her meal. She placed the meat gatherings on her spear and rolled it over the fire like a spit until it was nice and cooked. The process was taking a while, so the girl reached into her pouch and pulled out the heart, taking a bite. She smiled.

"Hmm. Not bad." She said and instantly went back to turning her meal.

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NIGHTFALL, THE FROST LANDS

At the hallmark of the village, Kenai's family gathered together around a bonfire, as well as other friends and acquaintances of Kenai's hunting party. The light crackles of the flames weren't enough to warm their sorrowed hearts. Taqukaq stood about the bonfire and turned his attention towards everyone in the village.

"Kenai's death is a tragedy... To lose him, my first-born son... Is a deep personal loss, it's almost too much to endure... And with a heavy heart, allow us to have a moment of long silence, to think back and remember the moments, of my late son, and the greatest hunter of all the Frost Lands..."

And all took a moment of silence to mourn. Nadia and Akecheta cried some more, the younger sibling clenched their mother, and Taqukaq shed a tear of his own.

"Goodbye... I will miss you... my son... Let the great spirits guide you home..."

Slowly, everyone began making their way back to their huts. It was rather late, and tomorrow was still going to be a new day. Kenai's family were the last to leave, as Anana scuttled the kids into the hut, she noticed Akecheta staring out into the forest.

"Akecheta?" The older woman asks. The girl in question looks to her, eyes bloodshot from crying. "Aren't you gonna come inside?" Akecheta merely shook her head.

"In a bit. I still need a moment." Anana nodded understandably and went inside. With her mother inside, Akecheta dashed off. There was someone she needed to see. It didn't take long to find him, for she spotted a tribal-looking hut with a glowing light within. Akecheta took a deep breath and pushed aside the cloth door. She looked around.

"Hello? Is anyone home?" She called. That's when a shape turned towards her. It was a man, much older than her father. He wore a pelt with various animals and held a staff with more animal skulls.

"What are you doing here this time of night?" Said the man in a deep voice. Akecheta sighed.

"Tonrar. I came to ask you something." The man raised an eyebrow.

"Ah, you know of me. Akecheta." He drawled. Akecheta nodded.

"Yes. You are the great shaman to our tribe, and I believe you can help me with my problem." Tonrar hummed quietly.

"Very well. So, what troubles you, young huntress?"

"Well… just today, I lost someone very close to me." Tonrar sighed mournfully.

"So, I've heard… I'm deeply sorry for your loss, young one..." Akecheta bit her lip to keep her composure.

"This is going to sound very stupid. But… I want to go find him..." Tonrar raised an eyebrow.

"Now why would you want to? You said it yourself. The boy is gone."

"I have this feeling, sir. This feeling that… Kenai's alive. Right before I lost him, this monster grabbed him and bit him, but I threw my spear, to chase it away." Akecheta then went into great detail about the incident, as well as describing the monster to the shaman. When she finished, the old man looked as if his heart had stopped.

"Oh... That monster you and your siblings saw… That was no ordinary predator…. That was a Lycaebellator." Now it was Akecheta's turn to raise an eyebrow.

"Lycaebellator?"

"Oh yes. It's a group of giant beasts that grow very big and are very aggressive. They all vary in shapes and sizes and colors. But there is a rare condition when a Lycaebellator drools a purple substance, that's when the Savage Strain is spread, but it is always affected at night, and it can turn the human into a savage monster." Akecheta was horrified. If what Tonrar said is true, then Kenai could very well become a monster as well!

"Oh no! I must save him!!" Tonrar's expression darkened.

"Be warned. For, if you do, it is going to be a very dangerous quest. Beware 'The Beast', for once he finds your scent, he will hunt you down and kill you..."

"The Beast?"

"I know many stories of such a monster... It has slaughtered many tribes and many creatures for pleasure." Akecheta narrowed her eyes in determination!

"I won't leave my brother; I have to save him!" Tonrar gave a rare smile to the girl.

"Then I wish you luck... let the great spirits protect you from harm..."

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THE NEXT DAY

The rays of the morning sunlight were bright, at least bright enough to get most creatures of the jungle to rise up and start their day. A few bird-like pterosaurs squawked loudly, not unlike a rooster on the farm. But there was one jungle dweller still asleep. Hidden deep in the jungle forest lay a makeshift den inside a small but narrow cave. Inside the cave was the girl, sprawled on the four lazily, using large banana leaves as blankets. Unfortunately, the birds' squawks were enough to wake her from her slumber, as she opened a sleepy eye. Grumbling, she forced herself to sit up, yawning as she stretched her arms. Shaking her head to get the sleep out of her system, she decided to step out and observe her territory. If there was one thing worth getting out of bed in the morning, it was to admire the absolute beauty and serenity of the jungles of Isla Primigenia. The girl took a deep breath as she took in the scenery.

Until a low grumbling noise spoilt the mood. The girl's face dropped and clenched her stomach. Reason number two for getting up in the morning reared its ugly head.

"Welp. So much for admiring the view." She pouted. "Oh, well, time for breakfast!" Kicking some stones along her path, the girl walked a trail close to her cave. There was a freshwater river here, and she always came here when she craved fish, which was exactly what she felt like taking down this morning. Spear in hand, the girl made it to the river. The sound of rushing water deafened any noises from anything nearby, but the girl could frankly care less. Finding a boulder on the edge of the water, she perched herself on it like a hawk, crouched down, and waited. Keeping her eye on the water, she waited for any fish to swim in her general direction. It took a good five minutes before a big trout stupidly swam by, only for it to fall victim to the girl's spear.

"Gotcha!" she declared proudly. She set it next to her on the boulder, then assumed the crouched position again for another fish. Some minutes later, and eventually, another trout succumbed to the girl's spear. Eventually, the girl caught enough fish to feed herself for the day. Relieved, the girl stepped into the river so she could gather the fishes on her spear and take them back to her den.

Suddenly, a shape made its way into the water. a row of dark green spikes rose from the water along with a long narrow head. The girl barely had time to dodge as a large crocodile lunged from the water and clamped its jaws at the air. Claiming her spear, the girl thrust it threateningly at the crocodile.

"Back off! Back off, I said!" She shouted. The crocodile hissed, growled a warning, then slunk back into the river, disappearing into the water. The girl breathed a sigh of relief, then turned her attention back to her catch of fish, unharmed.

"That was too close," she muttered. "At least I got what I came for." As a reward for chasing off a crocodile, she took a big chomp on the largest trout, savoring the fishy taste. Wiping her lips, she then began to gather firewood so she could properly start breakfast.

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Some distance away, on a wide-open section of grasslands, a plethora of herbivores thrived under the clear sky. Many of them had gathered in herds, while some mostly stuck together in family units. Long-necked sauropods, Brachiosaurus foraged on the trees like giant giraffes while some of the smaller ones munched on pinecones and fallen branches complete with fruits and plants. On the sides, plated stegosaurs grazed on bushes and ferns, preferring the more exotic taste compared to plain old grass. While an old stegosaur grazed on the ferns, a pair of younger specimens were roughhousing with each other, no doubt energized from their meal. Some smaller Camptosaurs also stuck around, only for mutual protection, knowing full well the stegosaurs would be a great defense against predators.

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And speaking of, hidden out of sight were two Allosauruses, watching the herbivores feed, eager to get their jaws on some fresh meat. Their eyes met a family of Dryosauruses, a mother and a litter of three, and slunk into the grass to prepare an attack. One of the baby Dryosaurs started wandering off from the group, while the mother gave a bark-like howl in response. She had a bad feeling about something, and now wasn't the time to go exploring. The baby slowly limped back to the group, and as the Dryosaurs were preparing to leave, it happened.

The Allosauruses lunged from the grass like hungry tigers, giving chase after the dryosaurs! The herbivores ran as fast as they could, but it wasn't fast enough! One of the allosaurs shoved the mother, and taking advantage of the disorientation, snapped its jaws around her throat, and bit down with a sickening crunch! The other allosaur continued to go after the infants, who tried running as fast as they could. They were so focused on trying not to die, they didn't realize they were running right into a dead-end in the form of a male Stegosaurus. The bull stegosaur caught eye of the Allosaurus, and angrily howled, its back plates flashing in an intimidating manner. The allosaur roars with indignation, annoyed and confused at the flashing colors, and at last backs off, grumbling all the way. The stegosaur grunts in response, then set its eyes on the baby dryosaurs, blinking slowly. The Allosaurus meanwhile caught up with its brother, who was happily munching on the mother Dryosaurus. It whimpered, upset that he didn't catch his share of prey.

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Later that day, The girl was enjoying herself enormously. She had taken to a grassy section of the savannah and was frolicking throughout the land. She squeed and laughed as she felt the grass beneath her toes, or how the wind blew her hair to the side, thus propelling her speed. She had come to the top of a big hill, and with a deep breath, allowed herself to fall, tumbling down the bank, rolling around in the grass, laughing all the way to the bottom. When she stopped, she took a moment to chortle as she took in a gulp of fresh air. Life was good. She spent the next few minutes lying on the ground, catching her breath, and allowing her body to rest from all the running she'd been doing. As she did so, she felt her eyes start to droop, and a yawn escaped her lips. Before she knew it, the girl had fallen asleep in the grass.

She later awoke to the sound of pterosaur squawks, no doubt out and about for the evening hunt, and noticed how late the day was becoming. The bright blue sky was now becoming orange, and the sun was nearly down. It would be night soon. Propping herself up, she surveyed the area and noticed how quiet it was. The smallest of frowns entered the girl's face. For all the enjoyment she gets of this life as a wild woman, she had no one to spend it with. And there were times where she'd feel a bit lonely. She grabbed her arm as memories entered her head, memories of people…

A crunch took her out of her thoughts, and a low moaning as well. The girl gasped, then turned to see a large Triceratops scraping a nearby boulder as its territory. The dinosaur stopped its work as it noticed the human girl right next to it. The girl tenses slightly, she knew triceratops' well. They were like rhinos, dangerous and gentle at the same time.

"H-hey there, big guy.." She said sweetly. "How are you?" The triceratops blinked curiously at her. Taking a deep breath, the girl stuck out her hand and moved it close to the dinosaur, who sniffed it as a dog would. Deciding this human wasn't a threat, the triceratops' beak grazed the girls' hand, and with a smile, the girl gently stroked it like one would a horse.

"My, you're a big softie, aren't you?" The triceratops let out a low rumble in response. The girl calmly rubbed the dinosaurs' horn, greatly admiring the mighty creature, and was taken aback when it extended its tongue and licked her cheek. The girl chucked at this playful act, then took a look at the boulder the triceratops had been scraping. It now possessed long thick scratches and looked quite eerie. The girl gasped. "Did you do that by yourself?" she asked it. The dinosaur gave a slow nod as if answering her question. The girl whistled in awe.

"That's a mighty fine piece of work, right there. See ya!" And with one last stroke, the girl parted ways and took off in the other direction. The triceratops let out a happy rumble as it two went on its merry way.

The girl left the grasslands and went out to the meadows for her evening hunt. At this time of day, there was usually a herd of antelope that would gather here for leafy greens. Knowing full well of this, the girl knew she had to be clever if she wanted to eat that night. So, getting on all fours, she ducked below a bush and peered out slowly to get a look at her prey. There were about three of them, and while two grazed, a lone buck was on guard duty, keeping a watchful eye out for danger. The girl pondered to herself, this was going to be tricky, indeed. So, ducking back into the bushes, she got to the ground, and slowly edged towards the antelope. Tiptoe by tiptoe, the bushes crawled and inched ever so slowly, but the hungry antelope took no notice. The buck glanced and noticed that one shrub was shaped differently than the others and that it had gotten closer than it had a few seconds ago. Something was off…

That's when the girl burst out of the shrubs, spear in hand, and thrust it at the antelope, striking the buck square in the cranium. It howled in pain before collapsing, while the two remaining antelope belted in terror and ran away. The girl watched as the buck's limbs twitched spastically until at last, it ceased movement altogether. She clicked her tongue sadly while shaking her head. Killing animals like this wasn't something she liked doing, but at the same time, she had to eat too. So, as with her past kills, she waited a moment of silence before pulling out her dagger, ready to butcher the meat. But right when she placed the dagger on the buck's flesh, an awful noise filled the air. The girl's eyes widened, and her stomach filled with dread.

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"Oh no…" She said weakly. She looked up and saw birds were flying away, sensing that the source of the roar was on the way. The girl gritted her teeth in fear. She had to get out of sight! Thinking quickly, she dragged the buck over to a nearby tree and set it by the bottom. By the time she did so, she could feel the ground quake and loud stomping noises filled the air. The girl was panicking now! Gripping the tree's bark, she quickly made her way up the branches and took refuge in the highest branch, hoping that "he" wouldn't find her.

Content with her sanctuary, the girl ducked down and saw a herd of helmet crested Corythosaurus dash into the meadow. There were about ten or so of them, and each of them was howling loudly, almost out of fear. It didn't take long for the source of their fear to rear its ugly head. Stomping into the meadow was none other than the dreaded monster Tonrar had christened "The Beast". The Lycaebellator gave a wicked roar and snarled towards the terrified herd. The girl gripped the tree branches harder, she had a bad feeling about this. Then, without warning, the Lycaebellator charged head straight and rammed a Corythosaurus to the ground with little effort. The hadrosaur whimpered pathetically but was silenced when the Lycaebellator placed a foot on its head and applied pressure, killing it instantly. A male Corythosaurus stallion angrily bellowed at the monster and attempted to fight back by smacking its tail against the monster. The Lycaebellator snorted at this indignation, then swiping its head, pulls a chokeslam move on the Corythosaur, the impact snapping the poor creature's neck. Another Corythosaur tried to ram the Lycaebellator, only for it to shriek as the Lycaebellator bit down on its back and swung off to the side like a sack of potatoes. Yet another one attempted to attack the monster's side, but it was greeted with the Lycaebellators claws swiping its claws on its face, leaving a deadly slash where its face would have been. It tumbled to the ground as blood gushed from its wound. The Lycaebellator wasn't done yet, as with a single move, it swooped in, bit down on the hadrosaurs head, and tore it clean off!

The girl was absolutely horrified at the slaughter session transpiring before her. One by one, each Corythosaur was brutally crushed, maimed, beaten, and killed by this super-beast of a predator. No, predator indicates that they'd be doing this for food. No, this monster was killing for pleasure! It never let up with the sheer ferocity and rage as it massacred the herd, and not a single hadrosaur was spared from its wrath. When at last, the final Corythosaur fell, the Lycaebellator channeled its victory with a loud triumphant roar, the likes of which sent chills down a person's spines. From her hiding spot in the trees, the girl gripped the branches so hard, her knuckles were turning white. Her breathing became ragged, and her expression was hardened into a scowl. She knew this monster well, having crossed past it one or two times in her years in the jungle, and every time, she felt unbridled rage and anger at the beast.

"Damn you…" She growled to herself... "Damn you to hell!" She repeated for emphasis. The Lycaebellator stopped roaring and turned its direction in the trees where the girl was hiding. Thankfully, the thick foliage was enough to shield her from view, but yet, the monster sensed that there was a small life-form in this vicinity. It narrowed its eyes and allowed a smile to creep on its lips. The girl tensed. Did it know she was there? Would they have to battle again? Perhaps she'd add another scar to his collection, or maybe, this time, she could finish what he started all those years ago! But it never came to that point. For the Lycaebellator snorted from its nose, and with a short roar, turned its head and walked in the other direction. The girl allowed a deep sigh to escape from her as she watched the monster leave.

"This isn't over!" She said, not caring whether or not it heard her. With a sad sigh, she rose from the branches and jumped to the ground with ease. Then, with great hesitation, she took a good long look at the damage. The whole meadow was a complete mess, blood had been splattered everywhere, and the bodies of the Corythosaurs lie unmoving and still. The girl felt her lip quiver at this sight. It brought her back to a time she didn't want to think about.

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It was then when she heard a weak moan. She gasped and saw that one of the hadrosaurs was still alive, if only barely. It had a large chunk of flesh missing from its back and its arm was twisted unnaturally. Running over to it, the girl kneeled down and placed her hands on the poor creature's neck, caressing it like she did the Triceratops. She shushed the Corythosaur and made a humming noise, as tears threatened to pour from her eyes.

"It's going to be alright." She whispered. "I'll stay with you when you pass to the Great Beyond." She said softly. The Corythosaur moaned weakly, its strength was fading fast. The girl bit her lip and merely continued to comfort the dinosaur the best she could. After struggling to breathe for a minute or two, the Corythosaur finally stopped fighting, and with one final breath, ceased movement altogether. The girl's eyes clenched as she saw its eyes turn grey and lifeless. Sighing heavily, she placed a kiss on the dinosaur's forehead and clasped her hands for a moment of silence, a custom she was well acquainted with.

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The sun was almost completely down, and the night was on its way. The girl was currently trekking her way through the jungle on her way home. After paying her respects, she had managed to gather enough of the buck's meat for the night, although her eyes were noticeably bloodshot. This wasn't the first time she nearly evaded an encounter with the Lycaebellator, and it wouldn't be the last. She hated that monster with every fiber of her being, and hoped that one of these days, one of these days, she'd finally end his reign of terror for good! But alas, she was lucky to be alive right now, and that's what mattered right now. She ducked through branches and skipped over rocks as she retraced her steps. Having lived in the jungle for so long, all she had to do to find a home was look at her surroundings and follow the river. She was just making her way past marshlands when a rustle reached her ears. She stopped.

"Hello?" She called out. "Who's there!?" She asked again. There was no response. Then the rustle came again, and a moaning sound as well. The girl gritted her teeth. It was probably a bear or something. She hastily grabbed her spear and pointed it at the bush. "All right, bear! I'm armed! I suggest you stay away!" The moaning sound returned, and then a plopping sound like something had fallen. The girl raised an eyebrow, then slowly, edged forward, using her spear to move aside the foliage. Then, the girl gasped, her eyes popped with wonder.

"Oh my gosh!" She exclaimed. On the ground, barely breathing, was a man. He was clad in brown pelts, albeit ripped up, and had a mop of black hair. He was covered in dirt, scratches, and dried blood, and his shoulder possessed an ugly-looking bite mark. He sounded hoarse and dry, and his chest was barely moving. If the girl didn't know better, she'd have thought she was dead. At least that what a raccoon thought, as it prodded the body curiously. The girl dropped her spear and dashed towards the man.

"Hey, mister?! Are you okay?!" She knelt down and took the man in her arms. His face was that of shock and he was panting heavily. She shook him frantically, fear evident in her voice. "Mister! Wake up, mister! Mister!!" But it was no good, the man took a deep breath, and slumped into unconsciousness. The girl was absolutely speechless at what was going on. This was not how he expected her day to go by. She looked around her surroundings. It's a miracle this man survived as long as he did with that nasty-looking wound. She took a look at it and cringed at the lavender liquid dripping from the bite. Taking a deep breath, she hardened her expression, she knew what she had to do! Setting him down again, the girl reached down and attempted to sling him over her shoulder. She nearly fell over at first, this man was much heavier than he looked. Nonetheless, she made a beeline for her den. Hopefully, she could be a Good Samaritan and care for this man before he perished.

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Back in the village, Kenai's family were asleep, it was quiet and calm as they lay comfortable in their sleeping places. Well, all but one, Akecheta was having trouble sleeping. All she could think about was her brother. She tossed and turned, moaning, and groaning about the possibilities of Kenai becoming a Lycaebellator like the monster that bit him. At last, she shot out of bed, dripping with sweat. She took a moment to catch her breath, and at last, narrowed her eyes.

"I don't care about the risks. I know what I've gotta do…"

After getting dressed, she grabbed her equipment, spear, and Kenai's old dagger, and as quietly as she could, crept out of the hut. Creeping towards an old shack, she found her two raptors, and delicately, leaned down to wake them up. The raptors snorted crankily, but one look at Akecheta calmed them down.

Once everything was in order, Akecheta and the raptors prepared to leave the village and embark on their quest. Right as they passed the main hut, the sound of footsteps stopped them in their trek. Akecheta turned to see a tearful Nadia standing by one of the huts.

"Nadia?" Akecheta said meekly. "I'm sorry. This is something I have to do. You can't stop me." But then, she felt Nadia cling to her jacket, looking up at her innocently. She then gestured something that made Akecheta's jaw drop.

"No! You can't come with me." She said. Nadia gestured again, tears threatening to pour once again. Akecheta sighed. "Nadia… what happened wasn't your fault. What I'm about to do is dangerous. You know that right?" The young girl nodded. The two raptors glanced at each other, wondering what the fuss was about. Akecheta shook her head exasperated. "If I let you go, you're listening to me. And we're not coming back until Kenai is back home. Now, for the last time, you still want to go?" Nadia's expression was determined. Akecheta made a matching expression.

"Alright, then. Come on!"

And so, Nadia, Akecheta, Chilali, and Tulugaq began their long and treacherous journey to find their lost brother Kenai, hoping to whatever God was out there to make sure he was safe from the wrath of The Beast…

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To be continued...

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