Silver sighed, testing the spear in his hand as he turned it around feeling the smooth, strong wood of the handle, and then to the sharp metal tip of the blade. He then set it aside as he stood up from where he was kneeling by the brook Flamsor, where his tribe got most of their water to refresh their animals and crops. He then heard a crunch of a branch as someone approached, turning around swiftly as he held the spear at ready. “Show yourself, or I will not hesitate to use this spear to find and exterminate you..” He growled in a low, threatening tone, his spear ready to throw.
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