Fresh shoots were showing amongst the grasses and on the trees, but the early migration of the herds had not appeared and people were beginning to worry.
It was decided to send out hunting parties in all directions to search for game: Ugg and Stu went North, Nik and Ogg Southwards and Tum and Arri searched to the East.
Nog and Brik following a voice in their heads to "Go West Young Men" determined to follow the path of the setting sun.
The day before they were due to leave, Brik, known for his clumsiness as much as his size and strength, managed to injure his leg and was barely able to hobble, let alone chase prey.
Nog decided to go alone taking only Ruff his canine companion. They travelled for the best part of the day before spending a cold night huddled together for warmth.
Early next morning they climbed the ridge and entered a valley. There in front of them they saw a small herd of Grazing Aurochs, and to the south some small deer.
The wind was fortunately in their faces, and the herds grazed peacefully on.
It would be dangerous, but Nog wanted to take home an Auroch for the feast, it would not hurt his chances when it came to choosing a new leader, The Greybeard had led for many a year, but more and more was showing his age.
Moving through some scrub Nog disturbed some grazing creatures which raced away, alerting the small herd to his presence.
The Old Bull turned to protect his herd as the females moved off.
With the dog distracting the Bull Nog stabbed Once, Twice then a third Time and the beast crumpled to the ground. A Good Kill.
Far too easy, fired by his success, Ruff chased forward to one of the cows which had stopped and was gazing back to where the old Bull lay. The cow now distracted by the Dog. Nog raced forward and thrust with his spear, Blood pointed from the Beast, But the head swung round and Horn entered frail human flesh.
As Nog stepped back assessing his wound The cow turned and trample Ruff into the Ground.
Nogs Wound was serious, with the dog dead he stood a good chance of joining him.
Warily staring the beast in the eye, Nog took a pace back, he paused , took another step and paused again, A third step and Nog was beginning to hope.
A moment later the beast charged forward and Nog fell beneath angry hooves. The sorely wounded cow moved away. Leaving Nog and Ruff to the mercies of the Night.