The universe is desolate, and all things are connected. The vast snowy area is boundless......

In the southeast of the Liasun Forest, in the distance, the snow-capped mountains bordering heaven and earth rise and fall, and the forms are different. The steep cliffs, such as standing, such as splitting, want to fall, want to fly. The danger is full and the crisis is lurking. The peaks of the spires, like knives, like swords. The envelope-shaped hills, with rounded arcs, are peaceful and free. Like a huge pile of high-quality dough, white and flawless, with a dazzling silver light. Like a mother's **, solemn and solemn, gentle and amiable. Standing here, people can't help but have an urge to be open-minded and willing to be a citizen.

Not far ahead, there is a valley with a gentle slope in the east and a slightly steeper valley in the west. The topography of the valley is a wrinkle that the earth's crust has not healed, a carving of melting ice and snow into a stream, and a powerful masterpiece of strong Siberian winds. Inside, there are babbling rivers, scattered trees, chirping birds, and clusters of pure grass and wood structures made of branches and vines, which modern people call houses.

Needless to say, the owners of these houses are human beings who are rapidly evolving.

Here, this group of people live in harmony with the mammoths that have inhabited here for tens of thousands of years, without interfering with each other. Mammoths are seen as gentle animals, and mammoths see people as emotional animals. As more and more people moved here, the valley shrunk, the noise of the day and night increased, and many of the mammoths, who preferred freedom, quietness and spaciousness, remained, leaving only a handful of them.

Humans like to get to the bottom of their gratitude, and they know that their arrival has caused disturbance to the mammoths, and they have given this place a monumental name - Mammoth River Valley. and united their various families and relatives, collectively known as the Goshawk Tribe.

The mammoth that lives here is also called "mammoth" by later people, because of its elephant-like body, thick velvet and more than ten centimeters of long hair. Mammoth, which means "subterranean dweller" in Tatar, originated in the tropics of the last century and lived until the Holocene, 3,700 years ago. It is tall and strong, with legs like copper pillars, four toes on its feet, a particularly large head, and a pair of thick inner crescent tusks about 1.5 meters in its mouth, which can be used for attack and defense. Among the large animals at that time, the mammoth was also one of the best "strong men".

This was about 9,000 years ago at the end of the Ice Age, and the snow covered everything, vast and vast, and as far as the eye could see, even many of the trees of the Liasun Forest were submerged by this thick white and disappeared.

Not ice and snow are always winners. Since the existence of life, all things in the universe have been mutually reinforcing. No, as soon as the sun comes out, the ice and snow melt rapidly, and the sound of ice cracking "creak" is endless. In the morning, it is a silvery sunny slope, but in the afternoon, the black and yellow of the soil and the green of life can be faintly seen, and the air exudes the mellow fragrance of the earth and the fragrant fragrance of the grass and trees, and the internal organs of the people become comfortable. This is followed by a rise in temperature, an increase in the flow of the river, and the wandering, searching, and galloping of flesh animals...

The people of the goshawk tribe began to come alive.

Maiatten's wife, Wangmu, held her crumbling belly and carried a skin bag to the river to fetch water.

She was dressed very beautifully today, with her jet-black hair draped over her shoulders, her whole body in new leather, and her wrists and feet tied with garlands made of extremely soft vines. She squatted with great difficulty, bent down, pinched a green blade of grass and stuck it on her head, and shone herself against the river. The crystal clear river water is flowing with a ripple.

In the water, Wangmu saw herself smiling, beautiful clothes, a tiger tooth amulet carved with the sun and moon on her neck, a bloated belly that the woman in the water was proud of, and a few small fish jumping in the direction of the water. She dipped her hands in the water, raised her arms, brushed the hair at the back of her head with her hands, and bowed to the woman in the water, saying, "You are going to be a mother." Suddenly, he said with a solemn face, "But, your father will be away tomorrow." Alas! ”

The witch Ugg also carried a leather bag in her hand, and came to fetch water with pine nuts in her mouth. An old man basking in the sun with a wooden stick greeted Uge: "Uge, fetch water too." Uger nodded, didn't make a sound, just shook the leather bag in his hand at the old man, meaning "um". The old man nodded and smiled, meaning "I see". The old man was probably deaf.

Ug shouted at Wangmu from afar: "Wangmu, worry about it, your feet are slipping." ”

Wangmu had already filled the water and left the river with one hand on his waist. She heard Ugg call out to her, and turned her head as she walked and said yes, "Ah, I know." ”

A few children were learning what Ugg had just said: "Worry about it, your feet are slipping." Ugg stuck out his tongue at one of the little boys with white eyes and let out a direwolf-like cry from his throat. The children were scared away. The little boy was frightened and cried, ran a few steps, slipped under his feet, and fell.

Uger hurriedly went over to help. The child cried even more. Ugg picked up the child and tried to get him to stand up, but the child kicked in the air with both feet, and refused to stand.

The children who had run away watched from afar, their faces full of fear.

"Leave him alone, Uger." "These kids don't respect adults and go back and let their mothers teach them." ”

Seeing that the little boy was really uncooperative, Ugg had to gently put him on the ground. What Ugg didn't expect was that as soon as she put the little boy on the ground and let go, the little boy quickly got up and ran towards the little friends.

Uger looked at the little boy's back and shook his head helplessly.

Wang Mu walked back, raised the hand that was inserted in his waist, waved it at the old man with a wooden stick from afar, and quickly withdrew it and inserted it into his waist.

The old man did not react.

Wangmu came to Uger, the two of them said a few words, Ug fetched water, and Wangmu went back to the house.

When Wangmu returned from fetching water, her husband Maiateng (the leader of the goshawk tribe) was talking to the hunter Regit in the house. The two men sat cross-legged face to face on the carpet connected by several animal skins, and Maiatten held an ivory scimitar in front of Regit in both hands, looked him in the eye with trust, and said, "I will travel far tomorrow in search of crystal grass, and it is difficult to say when I will come back, or whether I will be able to come back." The goshawk tribe can't be left without an owner for a day! You hold this sacred ivory scimitar, it represents the highest honor bestowed by the gods of heaven, and it also represents everything to me. ”

Regit bowed his head and remained silent. Wangmu brought nuts and fresh green fruits and placed them beside them, and motioned for them to eat while talking, but neither of them paid any attention. Wangmu added wood to the fire pit and stroked his stomach and walked out of the house.

"What's wrong? Brave hunters. Maiatten asked, puzzled.

Regett looked up, not a hint of joy on his face. He glanced at the ivory scimitar with a warm silver light, lowered his head again, and said with little confidence: "Please forgive the chief!" This sacred position, Regit is not capable of accepting. After a pause, he said, "You'd better give it to Tyktor." He had wanted this knife for a long time. ”

Maiatten withdrew his ivory scimitar, his face was solemn, he stroked it with his chapped fingers, and said, "He? Can't do it! ”

Maiatten moved his body towards Reget, and said in a low voice: "Tictor is arrogant, arrogant, narrow-minded, selfish, and conspiratorial. You also need to remind him more in the future and watch out for him. ”

Regit nodded.

Maiatten moved his ass back to its original position, picked up the ivory scimitar in both hands again, and said to Regit in a stern voice: "The snowy goshawk soars in the sky, and the brave saber-toothed tiger is invincible. Brave hunter Regget, a man's mission is to take responsibility! It's time for you to prove yourself, so what are you waiting for? ”

Regett still hadn't looked up, and from his quickened shrugged shoulders, his passion had been ignited by Maiatten's words. Regit stretched out his arms, took the ivory scimitar with both hands, held it in his arms, and whispered, "Thank you, Chief, for your trust!" ”

While Maiatten was talking to Regget, a hunter named Tiktor dragged a mammoth cub to the outside of Maiatten's house, he put down the leather rope that was pulling the mammoth, gasped, straightened his clothes, pushed open the door, and was about to go in to show off to Maiatten, when the scene before him swept away the arrogant smile on his face.

The first thing he saw was the ivory scimitar in Reget's arms. He knew the sacred meaning of the knife, and he knew what it would be like if he held it in his hands.

He longed for the knife too much, just as a saber-toothed tiger longed for a pair of hard wings, like a pronghorn longed for a sharp tiger tooth, just as the people of the goshawk tribe longed for crystal grass.

He stared at Reget, a murderous cold light shot out of his eyes, and he couldn't wait to stare Regit to death and blink to death at a glance. Both Regit and Maiatten ignored Tiktor. Knowing the embarrassment and redundancy at the moment, Tiktor let out a sneer, turned and walked out.

Tiktor was so angry that his head was about to burst! He came up to the carcass of the mammoth cub and stomped on its head a few times with his leather-wrapped foot, still feeling unrelieved, so he drew his waist knife, "I make you proud!" Drain your blood! The roar slammed into it.

The mammoth cub's belly and neck were pierced with many cuts, and sticky blood flowed out, staining the snow red.

When Wangmu and Uger heard the news, they saw that it was the son of the mother mammoth Etta, and she shouted "Stop" and pushed away the demented Tiktor, and hugged Etta's son by the neck, stroking the leather snares she had attached to his neck only the night before, as if she were showing her future to stroke her own child. The blood of the mammoth stained Wangmu's new clothes red.

Ugg stood nearby, his eyes closed, his hands on his chest, and his mouth muttering terms that no one understood. Maybe she's praying for the mammoth cub who has just been basking in the sun on his first day, or maybe she's cursing Tiktor for his sinful deeds.