Tribal life, a few sketchy details
Life is short in the tribe. It's the coming of the ice age. Food is hard to come by. The cold icy winds blow. People don't wash and disease rips through the tribe dropping members off constantly. Yet the tribe is reluctant to leave the home it has known for seven generations. Finally a once proud tribe of eighty is down to fourteen, all male except a middle aged toothless hag, starving and pregnant, though past the time most of your women give birth. You must move on. You take what you can with you, but the people are weak and much is left behind. You search the barren lands for game.
When you find it you kill and the tribe eats. But this is the territory of a stronger but plentiful tribe. They can't tolerate others eating game here, they need it for there people. A ambush in the night. Quick and brutal within minutes you and your people are all killed. Forgotten by history like they never where.
