Dark skin stretched beneath the woven covers gently laid above him. A hand was itching his back, and a voice whispering to him.

"Sleep well?" she said, laying her head down on his back.

He yawned and reached up to grab her hand in his, blinking back the sleep in his eyes. He had dreamed again of a mammoth, large, but soft and gentle as it carried him. He had also dreamed of an uglier animal, carrying him poking him with large nails- and talking to him with it's horrid breath.

The other, who he had fondly remembered in his dreams, was a wild cat, a sabertooth. It was feirce, vicious, but at the same time had a gentle side. It was like the men in his tribe who had a hard demeanor during tribal meetings, but were kind and sweet to all the children they ran into.

He knew these were memories, his father had told him long ago of the animals that had returned him to their tribe, it had become a sort of legand amongst the people, a legand that many of the children refused to believe, and many of the youth resented as many of the elders had proclaimed him (Roshan) as a sign. A sign from the gods, the spirits of nature, to be kind to their fellow animal. Thus begun the long journey of trying to grow crop in a previous desolate land, and nurse and help animals and reap the benefits of helping those animals.

He smiled thinking of all of this and groggily responded, "Yeah- yeah. I had- a dream. About them again."

He turned to see his wife's dark brown eyes lit up in surprise, "Is it another sign from the God's?" she questioned running a hand through her husbands long, tangled, raven colored hair.

He let out a chuckle from deep within his chest. "No- no. Just memories I think. Of them. The animals. Of walking with them. Of them-" he paused and wondered if he dare utter the words, "Well, it was almost as if they were talking to me- though they're 'words' were unintelligible, but they were talking nonetheless." he smiled, "It is a wonder I am alive to day. I owe those three animals so much, they saved me from a terrible fate, and brought me back to my home, and allowed me to have this amazing life." he turned over to look at his wife directly. He reached up and ran a hand down her face, smilng knowing how lucky, blessed he was to have the life he had.

A tiny wail reached his ears from the corner of the tent and his wife kept their intense eye contact for a moment before she bent down and pecked his lips before walking over to the corner to take care of their child.

He found himself propped up on his arm stairing at his wife holding their child in her arms, young- just barely a month old, and felt a warmth that started deep in his heart spread to every limb in his body.

He was trully blessed.

And he truly owed those animals a lot.