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The shutter dreamed of the external world and the adventures that he had to survive, since he was a young man in the Durri tribe.However, he was subject to the same timidity as the rest of his tribe.When his younger fellow tribesman and brother, VURK, wandered too far beyond the tribe, the shutter was the first to offer to go back to safe lands.Outside was very dangerous. Once, after the shutter went into the open lands, he noticed that the wurs had wandered beyond the usual.He searched the winding tunnels in which they grew up, but did not see any traces of his own brother.Possessing great compassion than ordinary fools, he nervously waited for various dark forks of the return of return, but a few days later admitted that the dangers from the outside finally defeated the bold little adventurer.He calmly returned to his usual life. Several months passed, when the news reached the tribe about the exploits of the wurs in the territories of Arachi (deadly spiders).He was not dead at all, but rather became a kind of folk hero.The shutter felt relieved, but moreover, it was inspired.He made a decision at that moment.If the wax can survive there, then the shutter can.The time of fear has passed.He gathered his meager belongings and went on a journey. He studied, making his way through other people's lands.He began to quickly adapt to unfamiliar conditions.Once, walking along a grassy valley through a forest thicket, he saw one of the great animals, known as a steel -toothed, lying bloodied and lonely.He pulled out a fat hunting knife and went to the animal, intending to replenish the supply of meat.When he approached, he heard difficulty breathing.The injuries of this beast were caused by other animals.The "iron jaws" are omnivorous, but they behave very aggressively, constantly competing with each other. The shutter went around silently around, but the steel -toothed already felt his smell.He went to his front, looking for a vulnerable place to finish the beast with a knife.Stelozub stared at him with a gaze of complete hope in his eyes.For a moment he stood in confusion and put a knife in the sheath, not even noticing it. In this view, he recognized his hopes for the open world and research.Brown did not kill this beast.He examined his injuries.The wounds were not fatal.Most likely, the steel-tooth was exhausted due to hunger.Even such a beast can die from minor injuries if these injuries prevent him from hunting.The shutter began to collect edible supplies and hunt, bringing food to the beast to replenish its strength.He applied a mixture of herbs to his wounds, which began to heal quickly. Once, returning to the lair, where the steel -tolerate rested, the shutter was delighted that he finally saw him on his feet.His head was lowered in a defensive position, and she swayed uncertainly.And not far from him, the hunter sat down. It was a member of the Latran tribe, a cunning vicious tribe smashed, led by Shakal, which wandered over the hilly terrain and in wooded prairies, hunting for animals.There were many weapons on it and he moved towards the steel -zubu. Scores had no chance to defeat him, but nevertheless he lifted his spear and rushed forward, outraged that someone could harm his beast.Latran moved in surprise and threw the spear of the cross a moment before the blow.The battle was over almost immediately.The shutter desperately reflected the stream of attacks, stronger than he expected.The shutter began to retreat towards the steel -zube.A heavy blow with his hand broke a spear and he fell back, almost defenseless.Latran jumped forward, raising his weapons high to deliver the last mortal blow, but the animal’s head hit him like an avalanche.With a crispy sound and screech, the attacker flew a few seconds before falling to the ground.The shutter and the beast stood, watching the retreat.He laid his hand on the beast and he snorted with satisfaction. "Never give up"