Those stones are of a different kind from the gravel beneath Henry Clark's feet; their material is much harder, making them far more suitable for crafting tools, and thus better for hunting. They are much more advanced than the crude stone knife in Henry Clark's hand. If traded for meat, even the smallest rough piece among them would be enough to feed Henry Clark for several days.

Perhaps because he was used to stalking through the forest while hunting, the newcomer walked in the same way—almost without a sound. This was unintentional; if he truly wanted to hide, even Julius Caesar might not notice him right away, and Henry Clark certainly wouldn't hear even the slightest noise.

The rumbling in Julius Caesar's throat hadn't stopped yet. The newcomer glanced at it, and Julius Caesar immediately tensed up, mouth opening to reveal those four especially long fangs. Even as the half-stone worm that had fallen to the ground tried to burrow away, Julius Caesar wasn't distracted, keeping his eyes fixed on the man.

To the warriors of the tribe, wild beasts were just prey—food. Naturally, Julius Caesar was considered food as well. Even though the newcomer only glanced at Julius Caesar without actually making a move to hunt, his long-honed hunting instincts made him reflexively exude a dangerous aura that made Julius Caesar extremely wary.

Seeing this, Henry Clark had no choice but to speak up first.

"Mr. Miller, good morning!"

The burly middle-aged man, who had been staring at Julius Caesar, turned his gaze to Henry Clark upon hearing the greeting. When facing Henry Clark, the sharp, knife-like aura he had shown because of Julius Caesar was much subdued, so Henry Clark didn't feel much pressure. In fact, most of the tribe's warriors weren't harsh toward young children, unless the kids themselves caused trouble and angered them.

Miller looked at Henry Clark, then at the marks left on the gravel by Henry Clark's recent boxing practice. There was a hint of a smile in his eyes, but the scars on his face didn't do much to soften his fierce appearance.

Henry Clark knew that Miller meant well and wasn't as scary as he looked. Besides, Miller had once been on the same hunting team as the father of this body, and had helped Henry Clark quite a bit.

"Henry, out so early? It's good to get some practice in advance," Miller said.

The people of the tribe had no surnames, and most had single-character names, probably for convenience and easy remembrance. The original name of Henry Clark's body was simply "玄." Following local customs, Henry Clark had gradually gotten used to it. As for forms of address, because a highly respected elder among the tribe's ancestors used to add an "Ah" sound before calling someone's name, the younger generations picked up the habit. Now, some people in the tribe still liked to add "Ah" before a name when addressing someone. Of course, they wouldn't be so casual with elders or those of special status.

Among those living near the foot of the mountain—including the children of "Child Cave"—few came out to exercise in their early years before awakening their totem power. Most just ate and slept, maybe played a little, since activity and exercise consumed energy and made one hungry. For this poor group near the mountain, conserving energy was important, and even the adults agreed their children should move as little as possible.

But clearly, Miller approved of Henry Clark's actions. Practicing now would bring greater benefits in the future.

"Mr. Miller, are you coming back from the training grounds?" Henry Clark asked.

"Mm." Miller nodded slightly.

The tribe's warriors weren't required to train at specific times; as long as they didn't miss a hunt, they could arrange their schedules freely.

"Looks like you had good luck this time, Mr. Miller. By the way, Mr. Miller, I heard from Brian Cooper that your hunting team is going out tomorrow? I wish you all the best—may you return with a full harvest!" Henry Clark said.

Brian Cooper was a warrior in the same hunting team as Miller, and Julius Caesar had been picked up by Brian Cooper and given to Henry Clark. The word "Brian Cooper" in the tribe's language meant "ground bow"—a fitting name.

Hearing Henry Clark's words, Miller smiled in response. Since he would be out hunting for several days starting tomorrow, he needed to hurry home and rest up to be in top shape. Miller didn't say much more and was about to leave.

After taking a few steps, Miller stopped, turned, and called out, "Henry!"

Henry Clark looked at Miller, and saw him pour a piece of dried meat from his animal skin pouch and toss it over.

The warriors always brought their own food when training, since the training grounds were mostly rocky, with few plants and even fewer edible animals. To replenish the energy lost during training, they prepared food in advance. The dried meat Miller gave Henry Clark was from his own supply, with just a little left—he'd planned to eat the last bit on his way home, but since he ran into Henry Clark, he gave it to him instead. Henry Clark didn't have the ability to go hunting, and the tribe didn't allow children to hunt anyway—one of the ways they protected the young.

"Thank you, Mr. Miller!" said Henry Clark.

Food was scarce in the tribe, especially at this time of year. Not everyone could be as generous as Miller in giving away meat.

After giving the meat to Henry Clark, Miller said, "The place where I train is halfway up that mountain. You can see the sun set from there..."