Rydag knelt in the tall grass, his face covered in mud and animal dung while his eyes intently stared at their chosen prey. Turning to his face to the left he whistled twice, getting the attention of one of the others. Nodding his head and motioning with his hand he watched as the woman moved off to the new location. This was not going to be easy kill but the winter season had ended in their area and they needed to replenish their supplies with some fresh meat. Not to mention the new arrivals that were to be expected. He had people to provide for, women to keep safe warm and well feed so there was nothing too dangerous he would not risk to insure that.<br/><br/>A whistle came signaling the others were ready. Closing his eyes he sent a silent prayer to the Great Mother, as he did before each hunt, then grabbed up his spear and ran head long at the lizard beast, whom others had taught him was called a dinosaur. All he knew was that there had never been anything like this back when he was with his people. Bigger then a Mammoth, free of fur and covered in thick skin. His stone spear heads never pierced their skin in the past and he had been forced to hunt the smaller game animals when he was alone. Then a number of years ago a man came who showed him something called â€œmetalâ€, iron specifically. Together they worked in digging out some of this odd stone which the man turned into metal and they formed into spear heads, knife blades and even fine arrow heads later. Sadly that man had not lived very long, he had been sick with something called Cancer and there was not enough medicine in the healer's bag to save him.<br/><br/>The beast roared, the ground seeming to shudder from the violence that bellowed from its longs. Its long neck and tail whipping about as it tried to focus on many multiple tiny targets that were scrambling about its feet. It was a young one, from its size but it was still a beast of such size that when it reared up and came back down as if to crush them beneath its feet the ground surely did shudder. With a beastial roar of his own Rydag charged into the fray, dodging its tail as he went for one of its back legs.<br/><br/>Reaching his chosen spot he thrusts with all his might watching with satisfaction as the spear head pierces the thick hide and a hot spray of blood baths him in the glory that was the hunt....