She smiled as he entered the tent, pulling the fresh kill inside behind him. "Good, good. You have done well child, This will feed our village, when combined with the fruits of the others labor."
Ioar smiled and lowered his head. "It is my honor to hunt for our people, what is my next task? What must I do to prove myself ready for the passage rite."
The woman placed a hand on his face, running her fingers down the tattoo around his eye. "There is but one task for you, there was a fellowship that came here. A northman, two elves, a tall warrior, a hill-man and an old man. All, but one returned home, they finished their quest. Though the north-man, has not returned and you are going to find him. They call him Urses, but the animals have a different name for him. He went to the cave of the man-beasts. Go now, Ioar, son of the Lossoth and bring him home to his people. Do this, and you will be your own. They need you, and you need them. Our people."
Ioar looked to her with both sadness and fear. "The cave of the man-beasts? How are you so sure that we will return? Why must I leave my people?"
She pulled a bow from under the pelt of elk, handing it to him. "This bow, was hewn from wood from a forest far from here, and has been passed down to our greatest hunters. Now, it is passed to you. Go now, gather your things and be on your way my son."
Ioar looked to her and took the bow with nod of his head, and left the tent.
