The stars and moon hung in the sky, the turbulent, muddy river reflecting the faint light of the heavens.
The entire land was cloaked in a cold silver glow, and the vast fields occasionally echoed with the roar of wild beasts, followed by the frantic galloping of hoofed animals. The despairing cries of elderly or juvenile herbivores rang out as they were killed.
The cycle of slaughter and rebirth continued, accompanied by wild grasses growing madly after rain and trees bearing mature fruits;
accompanied by the deep river flowing, and the wind passing through high hills and shallow mounds, brazenly traversing the prehistoric world from ten thousand years ago.
...
After several washes, the beaver's bone armor still carried a bloody scent.
Diamond-shaped pieces of armor were woven together with vines through holes in them, creating a rudimentary piece of armor.
