Chieftain Chood hoard all birthgivers. His seed go into harems womb and yield his progeny. I forced to hunt for week to take down mammoth and drag meat to cave. But I must sleep outside cave say chieftain. No birthgiver to keep me warm by animal hide and fire. One birthgiver scream when I look at her pick berry. Chieftain struck me with rock and then put fleshspear into birthgiver. I make rain from eyes before night time blackness. I want to go into woods and get died by sabrecat.
It over.
It over.
