Holding it outward
enticingly, he motioned toward the terrified hunter.
Slowly, haltingly, the shadow moved forward, too near death from
starvation to be cautious. When it was close enough Kalus tossed the
meat gently into the air, where it was snapped up quickly by the waiting
jaws of the hunger-crazed wolf. Smiling inwardly, he reached into his
pouch once more and prepared to repeat the procedure.
Suddenly from behind him came the sound of angry voices. Whirling about
he saw that the tribesmen had woken, and seeing the wolf, had armed
themselves to attack. The frightened creature turned, but found there
was nowhere to run. Barabbas, leader of the hill-people, had blocked
the entrance to the cave and stood there waiting, a long spear clasped
in his hairy hand. Forming a circle around the intruder, the tribesmen
began to converge. Helpless, the wolf rolled over in the dirt, as if to
beg for mercy. But the tribesmen showed it none, continuing to advance.
But then a strange thing happened, something that had not been seen on
Earth since the disappearance of modern man from the continent. Not
understanding why, or even how he did it, Kalus stepped forward and
uttered the first word spoken since the day of destruction when all
human tongues had been silenced.
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