The Age of Hunters: StoneMammoth Book 1

Chapter 1 Advice from Aunt Yala

Isara stumbled into Aunt Yala's hut. "Isara!" Yala shrieked in surprise. "Sorry! I just..need advice." Isara exclaimed. "Okay." Yala sighed as she gestured to towards the floor. Yala caught the scent of boiling roots as she sat down. "What about?" Yala asked. Yala was very pretty. Her shimmering black hair always cascaded down her slim shoulders. Her dark brown eyes soft and kind. Yala was Isara's mother's sister, which was her aunt. Yala was the youngest child of Isara's grandmother, Calkyra, who had died last winter. Isara had wound up with 4 aunts and 2 uncles. Isara's mom had been the second oldest. Isara's dad had died when she was 5 years old, also crushed by a mammoth during a hunt. After her own mother being crushed by a mammoth, Isara was living by herself in the group and was only bothered by Storm. "I need advice about Storm. He's given me a gorgeous gift and I don't know if maybe, he could be my husband... I mean.. I just.. Don't know whether to accept him or ignore him?" Isara asked. Yala smiled. "That's what Tarak did to me. He used to be determined to win my heart, you know, Tarak was actually the most handsome man in our group at one point. Ha! I remember that I hated him. He was always trying to win me, and, in the end, he did." " wait, so, I should accept." Isara questioned. "Well, I'm sure you hear this a lot but, just do what you think. But, honestly, I think you could wait and have some independence first." Yala told her. Isara nodded and said her goodbyes. Then, she rushed out of the hut. Storm was nowhere to be seen. The sun was also nowhere. Isara watched as Windsa cursed as she gathered wood for fires. Then, she screeched at the wrestling boys to come inside. The boys laughed and ran inside the hut. Windsa growled. After that, the camp was silent. Snow piled up on the ground and the whole area was covered in deep, thick snow. No animals were to be seen. Isara didn't feel like going inside and decided to wander through the forests. When Isara looked out, off the cliff again, she saw a herd of woolly mammoths running out into the field. They were trumpeting and snorting in the snow. She kept going and saw something rustling in the snow, turning and wiggling. Confused. She dug through the snow. A small, trembling, sabertooth cub laid in the snow. It's yellow fur was caked in snow. Isara grabbed the cub out of the snow and brushed snow off it carefully. The cub growled and looked at Isara with green, annoyed eyes. 'Oh, please, I'm saving you.' Isara thought as she melted off the ice from the cub's bleeding paws. All of the sudden, the cub made a small mewling sound, that soon progressed into a louder meow. Isara froze. This wasn't any meow, the cub was calling its mother.