An earsplitting scream made a trio of patrolling Udam clubmen jump out of shock. The sound came from the other side of the hill they were adjacent to and the warriors readied their weapons for what was to come. To their surprise was Fishlegs who was sprinting straight towards them. Both Udam were confused at first but they decided to yell their battle cries and rushed towards the intruder. Just as they were about to swing their clubs, Fishlegs spread his arms and knocked the two Udam to the ground. Despite the assault, they returned to their feet and expected their adversary to be in front of their faces. Fishlegs just kept on running, which puzzled both of the Udam.

"I would move out of the way if I were you!"

Bafflement riddled the Udam's mind when they heard Fishlegs' shout. Just then, the ground beneath them shook and a colossal bellow boomed from the southwest. They turned around and saw an angry mammoth dashing and trampling at full speed. A swat from its trunk sent one Udam flying as the other tumbled east with a panicking voice as the thundering mammoth gave chase.

Fishlegs could hear that his pursuer was diverted to another target and made sure that he was of preferable distance by running until he felt safe. He then placed his right hand on the trunk of a red cedar, sweating and panting with great exhaustion.

"That has to be, a record, for the longest run for a mammoth," he said whilst gasping simultaneously. A river not far ahead prompted Fishlegs to stroll towards it and slurped its water to quench his thirst. The taste refreshed his senses and slowly restored the strength he spent from his escape. When drinking was finished, Fishlegs turned left and saw a wooden bridge that connected two great rock formations. Inquisitiveness had always been Fishlegs' notable attribute, but he was uncertain if Wenja or Udam built that bridge. Aware of the risk, he placed his right hand on the club attached to his belt and moved in to investigate.

Fishlegs began his walk on the bridge when he saw that there were pots and totems placed near the entrance of a cave on the other side, and he sighed knowing that they were the result of Wenja craftsmanship. Once he finished his crossing, he entered the cave and observed that its floor was unusually covered in wood. Thinking for a possible explanation, Fishlegs failed to hear the cracking sound and abruptly fell into a pit with a loud holler.

The rough landing made Fishlegs groan with hindrance. A coarse cackle prompted him to look up as he saw a man standing on the ledge and felt a sprinkle of reeking water on his face. Fishlegs gagged with disgust and used his hands as cover from the shower of urine.

"Stupid Udam," said the man as he finished his exploit.

"I'm Wenja!" Fishlegs shouted as he wiped the urine off.

"No!" shouted the man back. "I am the last Wenja! Your face is covered in dirt and piss, just like Udam! Bye, Piss Man!"

When the man walked away, Fishlegs was fuming with anger and tried to climb up the pit's steep slope.

"Hey! You can't just leave me here! It's crazy! My friends…"

Fishlegs slammed his fist on the slope when he realized that the crazy man must have left or would not listen to his pleas. But he refused to be trapped like a helpless animal and tried to find a way out. Fishlegs walked around and collected wood and bones that were scattered around the pit. He then saw a pile of logs at one corner of the pit and noticed that there were openings between them. As he pulled the logs away, they revealed a hole that led into another cave. The sight of the water at the bottom allowed Fishlegs to breathe with relief and jumped straight in. Wet, somewhat dark, and mildly freezing are the apt descriptions for the water as Fishlegs climbed out from the pool and stood with meek shivers. He wasted no time in grabbing his club and set it alight with animal fat to illuminate his new environment. The fire's heat brought soothing warmth to Fishlegs and it encouraged him to find another way out. A low yet raspy growl made him freeze with anxiety and he had a feeling that it was not his stomach.

"Hello? Somebody there?"

Fishlegs' questions echoed around the cave walls when a pair of bright yellow lights emerged not far away. He pointed his torch in that direction and revealed a male wolverine snarling with anger. Fishlegs jumped with a yelp as the animal swiped his paws in the air and yapped at the human. The swiping of the torch seemed to only aggravate the wolverine, so Fishlegs must think of something else if he did not wish to be torn to pieces. Just then, he remembered the talent that was bestowed upon him and his friends and grabbed a piece of meat from his bag. The wolverine licked his mouth when he saw and smelled the meat and stood with bafflement when the human threw it before his nose. After a few sniffs, the wolverine found nothing suspicious about the meat and decided to feed on it with leisure. Fishlegs exhaled sharply before he placed his torch on the floor and crouched towards the wolverine with a slow and gentle pace.

As the wolverine finished and swallowed his meal, he noticed that the human had put down his weapon and was reaching his hands out. The wolverine let out a low growl and sniffed the approaching hands. Within seconds, Fishlegs shushed the wolverine and loosened his muscles to elaborate his passive temperament. Cordiality was the first thing the wolverine felt as he gradually allowed his twitching nose to touch the human's palms and licked them with tenderness. Fishlegs giggled at the sensation as he gently petted the wolverine. The wolverine then walked up to Fishlegs and licked his face to receive the playful chuckles that made all concerns go away.

"That tickles! Please, slow down!"

The bond was sealed. Fishlegs and the wolverine formed an unlikely friendship in the most unlikely of places. With nothing left to fear, Fishlegs stood up and retrieved his torch to see any opening for him and his new companion.

"How long have you been down here?"

The wolverine tilted his head with a chirp before he placed his paw on Fishlegs' foot and walked in the opposite direction. Perplexed, Fishlegs followed the wolverine as the latter led him to a pile of bleaching human bones, most likely those of Udam.

"Must have been difficult, waiting for your next meal to come down."

Whirrs were the wolverine's only replies. Fishlegs took a closer look at the area and saw something of peculiar shape latched on the ground. The object was made of bones with ropes looped around it. When he picked it up with his right hand, Fishlegs examined it closer and realized that it had three sharp curved ends like hooked claws with more ropes wrapped around it. He then looked up and saw a ledge not as high as the hole he fell into. An idea came to his head as Fishlegs looked back at the tool on his hand. He then extinguished his torch and placed it on its belt before he spun the rope of the tool. The rope grew longer with every twirl and at the right moment, Fishlegs threw the tool onto the ledge. The claws grappled with a clank.

"Yes! We're getting out of here!"

The excitement caused the wolverine to wag his tail with joy as he climbed onto Fishlegs' back and held on as the human climbed up the wall and reached the ledge. The first step towards freedom was taken and Fishlegs and the wolverine lay on their backs with laughters of elation. They then smiled when they noticed a light coming from the top of the cave that was littered with more ledges.

Fishlegs threw and climbed up the grappling claw with the wolverine holding onto his back. After a few minutes of ascent, they reached the top and slid down the grassy hill. When they reached the bottom, the duo inhaled the sweet, fresh air and basked at the warm sunlight with relishing grins.

"You must be delighted to escape the darkness after all this time."

The wolverine licked Fishlegs' cheek as a mark of gratitude. When Fishlegs turned right, he saw the rock formations and the bridge that connected them. He grimaced at the sight as he prepared his singed club with the wolverine flanking him in their return to the place that was their temporary prison.

When the duo reached the bridge, they saw no one on the other side but they heard struggling noises within the cave. Fishlegs and the wolverine recognized the voice and decided to confront the crazy Wenja man. Just as they slowly crossed the bridge, they witnessed him climbing out from the pit.

"Udam. Stupid arm eaters."

Fishlegs tilted his head with confusion when he heard the man's complaint. Then, he saw what the man was talking about. He was literally missing his left arm, which brought him a memory of someone he knew in the past.

As the man stood up, the sudden appearances of Fishlegs and the wolverine caused him to jump back and swiped the air with a purple crystalline shard on his right hand. Fishlegs was startled as well, though he could see that the man was rather old, with ragged clothes, a greying beard, and a bald head. The man pointed the shard at the two with determination until his eyes widened when he gained a clearer look at his former prisoner.

"You are not Udam."

Fishlegs smacked his face on his palm now that the man started to pick up the pieces. But then, the man unexpectedly began to inhale the scent that Fishlegs had. To him, it was both sour and familiar.

"Piss Man."

Furious at the nickname, Fishlegs hollered and pushed the man until he was backed up to the cave's entrance. The wolverine merely cackled at his friend's response.

"We're Wenja! We're Wenja!" pleaded the man as he showed the seashell bracelet on his arm. Satisfied with the response, Fishlegs released the quivering man. He also felt a bad sensation in him due to his action. The man was frightened, alone, and with one arm. Such a detrimental state was more than enough to make a person's sanity slipping.

"The Wenja are not dead?" the man asked with a hint of hope in his voice.

"Many are still alive," replied Fishlegs. "And they're not crazy like you."

"I am not crazy," the man retorted. "I am Wogah the crafter. I help Wenja."

After his introduction, Wogah picked up the shard he dropped during the scuffle. Fishlegs' eyes gleamed at the object's colors and translucence.

"Blood of Oros. Pretty and hard as stone."

Wogah then gently thumped the shard with his head thrice to prove his point. He then handed the shard to Fishlegs as he looked onto the bridge.

"Good material to make weapons and tools. But the Blood of Oros likes to hide from me."

Fishlegs looked at the shard on his hand before turning his sight to Wogah. Perhaps the one-armed crafter was not as crazy as he thought he was.

"Stay here. My friend and I will find the Blood of Oros for the Wenja."

The wolverine then walked up to Fishlegs and embraced his leg as Wogah smiled with optimism.

"You will find the Blood of Oros shining in the sun."

After he gave his advice, Wogah snatched the shard from Fishlegs' hand and hissed, "This one is mine."

Fishlegs merely rolled his eyes as he and the wolverine departed from the area to find the Blood of Oros.

As noon came, Fishlegs and the wolverine left the rock formation and reached a river. The wolverine simply swam across with no fear with Fishlegs following behind. When they reached the other side, Fishlegs jumped up and down to shake the water in his ears whilst the wolverine merely shook his fur and became dry in seconds. Fishlegs briefly gathered a few reeds and slate flints when he heard chatters coming from behind a hill North of him. The wolverine sniffed the air and growled upon recognizing the smell. In response, Fishlegs prepared his bow and arrow as they both skulked towards the hill.

Two Udam, a clubman and a spearman, were feasting on a wolverine that they just killed and skinned. Surrounding them were stone dolmens that acted as old Wenja burial sites. They were old because vines and branches around them were unattended and started to cover the stones without restrictions. This made the Udam believe that the place was unoccupied for a long time, thus a suitable location to camp. The correction came when an arrow pierced straight through the spearman's skull and a live wolverine pounced on the clubman to tear his throat open with his teeth. Fishlegs used one of the dolmens as cover and emerged from it when the wolverine made sure that both Udam were dead. As the wolverine feasted on the corpses, Fishlegs looted their possessions and started to look around the dolmens.

"It's a good thing the Udam has not desecrated this place, otherwise the spirit of the dead Wenja cannot rest for good."

The wolverine merely chirped at Fishlegs' statement. Fishlegs peered on the dolmens and noticed that they were decorated with paintings of animals. When he examined the dolmen in the southwest, he noticed a strange light piercing through the holes between the branches. Wogah's advice rang through his head as he swiftly set his club on fire and burned the branches. One minute later, the branches were scorched to ashes, the flames were extinguished, and the opening of the dolmen revealed a bright light shining in a large crater on the other side of the river.

"Gotcha!"

Fishlegs and the wolverine left the dolmens behind them to cross the water when two hostile yaks bellowed from the forest and intended to charge the human. The wolverine proceeded to growl and yap at them and his guttural noises were enough to scare the two bovines away. Fishlegs chuckled since he didn't have to do anything and petted his friend who simply let out soothing chirps.

"That sure teaches them to not mess with us."

Before long, Fishlegs and the wolverine crossed the river and used the shadows of the red cedars to conceal themselves from the sight before them. Six Udam were guarding the ledges and the rim of the crater and the Blood of Oros it possessed. Two clubmen, two spearmen, and two archers. Fishlegs and the wolverine silently dispatched the archers on the rim. They then moved onto the spearmen on the middle ledge before killing the clubmen in the center of the crater.

"Well that wasn't too difficult," commented Fishlegs as he wiped the sweat from his forehead. He and the wolverine then turned to the Blood of Oros that were spread all around the crater and whistled at their glimmering textures and their great quantities.

"Piss Man!"

At first, Fishlegs thought he heard Wogah's voice in his mind. He was proven wrong when he witnessed the one-armed crafter sliding down a vine on the northern side of the crater and landed before him.

"I thought I told you to stay where you are."

"That cave is lonely, and you have done well in killing the Udam and securing the Blood of Oros for our tribe."

Fishlegs shook his head with a smile at the compliment. He, Wogah, and the wolverine then noticed the baskets that were already filled with the crystals. The two men grinned and began to retrieve the baskets for their journey back to the Wenja village.