(This is a sequel of my previous story Saber Tooth Beast. They can both be read as individual stories, but I recommend reading the other first.)
The five hunters were lying on a hill, but today they were not hunting. The wind was blowing in their direction so the wolves, always close to the Silmar tribe would not scent them. Four huge beasts were lying by their side.
A year had gone by since they killed the saber cat. The cubs were big now, the four that were still alive. They had names. Fang was the biggest one, a male. The other three were females, Claw, Snow and Bite. They had kept them in the village, but as they grew, they were getting more and more dangerous.
Ragnoor himself ha experienced their wrath. The wound had healed more or less, but he would forever have a big scar on his shoulder. Good thing it happened in winter time, in the summer infections would have killed him. After that the animals were kept in a cave with wooden bars. The cave was too small for two males, Fang killed his brother Force in a brutal fight less than a moon ago.
But they where more or less tamed. Right now they were a bit unstill. They hadn’t eaten all day. The three hunters knew they could easily be seen as prey when the hunger got strong enough, but they had to take that chance. There were other prey close, and the beasts seemed to know.
They waited for a signal. A tree on the other side of the Silmar village would shake. Then the other warriors would be in place. Warriors. More like women and children, but they were all armed, and trained to fight. Hidden in the bushes.
The hunters were now five. Rimber was already becoming a man, and his younger brother Moorkin was with them as well. Ninkra was the first hunter woman of the tribe ever, and had turned out to be of the best. Times were changing. Ragnoor was in charge of the people, and Melmor of the beasts. They had spears and knives, all made of wood and flint.
Marang and his wife Wildang was watching their little son playing with his friends. He was growing fast, and was of the strongest of his age. He was going to be an important person in the tribe, they were sure of it. They were holding hands, they were still in love after several years of marriage.
The signal. Now! Ragnoor rose up, lifted his spear. Melmor and Rimber let the beasts loose. They ran down the side of the hill. They were hungry. Fierce. Bestial. The hunters ran behind them, but they had hardly started running when they heard the screams. The beasts were already in the camp.
A beast came out of the forest. Caught their son, threw him several meters. One of it’s saber fangs had penetrated the child’s chest. He was dead before he hit the ground.
Marang caught a pointed stick, one they used to dig holes in the ground, and ran towards the animal. There were more children. His wife was screaming in panic. Another saber tooth cat came out from the forest and charged at him. He speared the stick into it’s chest, but it was not made for fighting. The tiger killed him in one bite.
Rangoor and his hunters came running out with their spears high. The warriors were attacking the beasts, but the fear made them weak. Some wolves were lying on the ground, dead or suffering great wounds. The rest had already ran off into the forest. The warriors were falling as well.
They were used to fight humans, not saber tooth cats, and never unprepared. They managed to kill one, but the other three was slaying them down.
Ragnor stabbed one after another, they hardly saw him before he attacked. They were way too occupied with monstrous beasts. Fear kept them weak. Soon the fight was over.
Snow attacked Ragnoor. Melmor threw his sword at the female beast. She looked confused. Crouched for a moment, and ran off into the forest. Ragnoor was lying dead on the ground. Snow was never seen again.
The Silmar warriors were all dead all seriously injured. They could not risk to let the rest live and some day seek revenge. They murdered everyone. Some had tried to run into the forest on the other side. They were met by spears an rocks in the forest. A very few had gotten away, but they were not enough to be called a tribe.
The Silmar tribe was gone forever.