Gus yawns, stretching his limbs out as he blinks, looking left and right for a moment before he rises up and steps over to peer outside and gauge the weather before heading back inside to inspect the bones and skulls left behind by the previous home owner. He reaches around and grabs scraps, attempting to pull together some armor of bone, with a nice animal skull helmet.
Most of the bones that litter the cave are too small to create armor out of them, many of them often ground up an broken due to being trodden upon or chewed up. Some of them were too small to begin with. Some of them may be able to be sharpened into some form of stilettos or other poking-type weapon.
The large and long bones, are perhaps suited to create a limited amount of armor, but Gus lacks proper lashings to hold it together. The Naikan skull doesn't fit over his head, but rather on top. It reminds him of something that his adversaries from the north would wear.
Once the rain recedes, Aǹni exits her hut, axe in hand, and begins to head down to the river. Upon arriving, she realizes that its banks, to no surprise, have claimed area that was once land and have become murky. She decides that perhaps the water would be cleaner at the source. and thus begins to maker her way upstream, surveying the area for clays of suitable stones. She walks about the island and is able to see some of the wildlife drinking from the river, particularly some D'aka which stand at the other side of the river eyeing Aǹni suspiciously, followed by an Ogorai family midstream, which grunt angrily at her from across the river. She avoids them, quickening her pace, not wanting to challenge an entire family of them alone.
Along the way, she finds a few areas containing clay at the banks, and she marks trees with a Ж symbol with her axe to indicate clay in the river nearby.
Later, she finds a dam made of sticks and mud with some strange rodent/ape-like creatures carrying sticks, sharpened at the ends. She stops and marvels at them from a distance, listening to their primitive chittering tongue, and wonders how thee creatures became so intelligent. She continues to watch them as they wade in the river shallows, holding their spears at the ready and then thrust their spear into the water and pull out a small fish of some kind.
After watching these creatures for the greater part of an hour, she continues on her way and finds some strange beetle-bees digging entering and exiting a hole in a mud-mound, seeming to carry strange mint-green powdery dust on their legs, Xilites. Not knowing how they would behave toad humans, she steers clear. Eventually, she make it back to the old campsite and crosses the stream as she did before, seeking out the cleaner water to drink from, and drinks her fill. She climbs over the hill here she heard the battle the night before, and looks to see the burnt corpse of a great beast lying in singed fields. Eyes wide with curiosity, she inspects its frame. She find footprints in the ashes and evidence that a man handled this beast, and wonders what manner of man or mage had slain this beast. Feeling cautious, she readies her axe and looks about her, trying to search for a camp.
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