And Fang: Spear

He became the fang.

He woke to the crack of frost splitting the stones. The tribe was gone. The fire was a cold bruise of ash. And at the edge of the clearing, amber eyes floated in the dark—low to the ground, muscular, patient. A cave lion. Its fangs were not ghosts. They were four inches of ivory death. spear and fang

The boy had no net, no bow, no brothers at his back. He had one spear. He became the fang