It had been three days since Tirel had seen home. Now,as he stood over the carcass of his prey,he had a long moment of reflection. This was'nt his first kill by any means.He'd killed many a beast for sport in his 23 seasons of life...but THIS time,he'd been careless.He'd only wounded the big cat before it bounded off ,starting HIS long trek to see it through. In his heart he knew the tiger had suffered greatly before it's death.He noticed the teeth marks on the remnant of his spear in it's thigh and was troubled deeply by it. Above him,he heard the shrill cry of a hawk. No trophy claw for his armband today. Still,this would be a day Tirel would not soon forget. He turned,thoughtful,dropped his armband in the sand...and started a brand new journey...Home... Fallout Tribal:Mercado Lourdes New Tiger remap:Thierry Perrain