Gruf
The storm had suddenly broken out, the clan had scattered, searching for shelter. Gruf had taken refuge in a rock’s cleft and found that Cira was there too; together they watched the cataract of water, gravel and branches tip over the front cliff’s edge. The hunt had stopped, with the aurochs steady in a clearing a few steps away, also waiting for the rain to subside. The plan had been to break out noisily from the brush, panic the herd to push it over the gorge’s brink. But not with a storm in progress, with thunder and hail thwarting any noise they could create.
There was but to wait, and Gruf cared to avoid the stones that rained on his side, pressing himself every time a little more against the female. She wasn’t young, but had something in her scent that attracted males, and n
