Zok slowly opened his eyes, but rather than finding himself in the frosty cave, he was back in the wilderness.
"No... this isn't wilderness," He mumbled as he got up and looked around him, "This is my bed. Am I back in the tribe... how the heck am I here? Was that all a dream?"
"Oh look! The prince of wilderness is finally awake! Prepare for a festival!" Ahuli gave his brother a mischievous smile, "Good morning, sleeptard. Get up, we have to train."
"Train?"
"This kid... You are now the chief hunter of the tribe. We have to train newbies, don't you remember? The Shamanka chose you as her disciple as well. Father was so happy he ended up having a special spear made for you!" Ahuli Crossed his arms in front of his tattooed chest, "You had a ceremony last night, remember? You got your chieftain's tattoo too. Well, future chieftain tattoo to be precise."
