Spear And Fang -

The boy had no net, no bow, no brothers at his back. He had one spear.

The lion impaled itself on its own momentum. spear and fang

He woke to the crack of frost splitting the stones. The tribe was gone. The fire was a cold bruise of ash. And at the edge of the clearing, amber eyes floated in the dark—low to the ground, muscular, patient. A cave lion. Its fangs were not ghosts. They were four inches of ivory death. The boy had no net, no bow, no brothers at his back

He won. He crawled back to the ashes with a lion’s canine tied to his belt and a spear-haft splintered to a dagger. The tribe would return at dawn. They would see the kill. They would give him a new name. The boy had no net