The morning air in Stone Hollow is cold and sharp. Smoke rises from distant fires. Somewhere in the forest, a large animal moves through the undergrowth.

You stand at the mouth of your cave — high, dry, and hard-won. Below, the river runs cold and clear. The tribe is already awake. Hunters prepare their spears. Women move between the fires.

Your body still carries the marks of recent fights. Your status is rising, and everyone can feel it.

Across the valley, three women stand out from all the others:

Kira sharpens her spear near the tree line, muscles tense, eyes sharp. Luma sits by the river, soft and full-figured, washing her hair in the current. Sera stands alone on a high rock, eyes closed, listening to something only she can hear.

And watching you from the shadows of the far cliffs is Torak — scarred, broad, and openly hostile.

The valley is alive. The women are within reach. But nothing will be given freely.

What do you do?