Stone cold ground slabs met his bare feet as Ranec tried to make sense of the world around him. Everything was just different, so very different. The large stick he now held in hand had been yanked from a tree, its weight was solid and reassuring to the otherwise frantic man.<br/><br/>“DURC! GERAG!” he shouted to the emptiness around him. Fear in his voice though he fought to keep his sanity. “TONAK! KALREH!”<br/><br/>The names of those who had been in his hunting party called out though he doubted he would not get a word back from them. That part of man that told him of danger, the one that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end was the same one that told him wherever he was, he was not home. Not by a long shot. Perhaps this was the afterlife? The place among the stars where he was to go when he died? That lion had caught him completely by surprise. He knew he was done for, before the beast and its claws could slice through his flesh, so he must be dead. Right?<br/><br/>“yáʼátʼééh!”<br/><br/>Still, nothing but silence until he heard…something.<br/><br/>If he were to try and describe this to one of his people, he would say it was like that of a great bird or beast of some kind. Powerful and screechy, at a pitch that he did not think he had ever heard in his entire life, nor had anyone in his tribe spoke of such a sound. Accompanied by the sound was that of wolves whose howls of pain and misery something that felt familiar in an otherwise unfamiliar world. The fact that the beasts were in pain not a comfort in the slightest but now he knew where to head. Branched hefted in hand, he moved toward the sound body low to the ground as he tried to find a vantage point where he could observe but not be seen. Care taken so that he would be downwind of whatever was out there.