Broud charged through the trees, his arms flailing madly around as he gesticulated to himself.
'How dare they treat me like that?' he motioned. 'How dare they? I am the leader. Not that old man. Not Brun. Me. How dare they? How dare they ignore me? How dare Goov curse me with death instead of Ayla? I'd just made him mog-ur, if it wasn't for me, he would be nothing. How dare he?'
Crashing through, his pushed passed the trees, ignoring the low laying branches that broke as he went passed them, stamping on plants and flowers. Making the small animals that made the trees their home scamper away in fright.
'I am going to make them pay for this,' he indicates, his arms still waving around, as he agitatedly considered what he could do.
'I kill that woman. I'll sneak back into the cave tonight and cut her throat. And then I'll go and pee on that old deformed holy man. And the grave of that stupid medicine woman Iza that started all this. In fact, I think I'll kill Ayla, dump her body and Creb's on Iza's grave and then pee over the three of them.'
He stopped and punched a nearby tree, skinning his knuckles and making them bleed.
'Look what they've done now,' he motioned, starring at his hand. 'They've made me so mad that I've hurt myself. I'll make them pay for that, and for everything else. And I'll make her pay the most. I'll take her son, and leave the deformed thing out for the wolves. Tie it to a tree so it can't get away.'
He grimaced, but it wasn't a grimace of pain, but one of spite and happiness. Of joy of having such a plan, and pure evil excitement.
'I'll make Ayla pay, I will, I'll make her pay for all the things she has done to me. Or the times she had taken what should be mine. Taken the attention away from me. I'll make her pay for turning the others, my clan, against me. And when she's gone, and when that boy is dead, then everything will be as it is meant to me. I will be respected and feared.'
He turned around, and started to head back toward the cave.
But then remembered the hunters' spears.
'I'd probably be best waiting a while,' he decided. 'Just let the dust settle. Let them bury that Creb, and see how much they need me. Yes, that would be the best idea. I'll wait and then go back.' He stopped. 'But what do I do now? I've got no weapons, or food, I only have what I am wearing, and my knife for cutting my food up with. I'm going to need them if I'm to survive and go back. I should have taken them with me when I left.
'Oh but they made me leave, and burnt my belongings. Oga, my Oga, my mate, she burned my sleeping furs. They've even turned my Oga aginst me.' He punched another tree, so hard this time that it shook and a squirrel ran down it, chattering noisily at him.
Broud tried to kick it.
And missed.
'Shut up,' he motioned to the squirrel. 'Shut up.'
He crouched down and put his head in his hands. 'What am I going to do?'
And then he remembered the small cave. The one that Ayla had shown them. The one she had used when she'd been cursed with death.
Her cave. And he would make it his.
As it should be.