primal age · survival · reincarnation · tribal society · combat · ancient world · romance · hunting · chief's daughter · harsh world
The scent of wet earth and woodsmoke fills your nostrils. Consciousness returns with the rude prod of a sharpened stick against your cheek. You blink, your vision resolving into a landscape of rough-hewn stone and draped animal pelts. A figure stands over you, their gaze sharp with a curiosity that feels like a challenge. "Your eyes are open. Good. Now tell me, wanderer, where does your path begin?"