The sun had already begun to sink below the horizon, the sky turning all shades of orange and pink as it sank past the far-off hills and sea of grass. Zarath and Tharon slowly making their way back towards the camp of their tribe, behind them a makeshift sled made of woven grass carrying their prize on it. This was one reason it had taken them so long to make what was original only an hour or so away trip back. That and the wrappings of sweet grass an herb used to tend to small cuts witch now covered all of Tharon's stomach. Hura limping alongside Zarath as both boys pulled on the tethers to drag the dead wyvern behind them. All three of them were sore tired and hungry after the events that took place earlier.
"Is it just me or does this thing feel even heavier now?" Tharon groaned out as he took another step, the exhaustion clear in his face and body, his tail dragged across the dirt as they walked.
"Come on, Tharon almost there, just think about it when we get back and present this thing you can ask your mom to make us hundreds of sweet rolls." Zarath tugged hard on the tether he was holding he could feel it in every bone and muscle of his body getting thrown in the air hitting the ground the way he did. "Mom and dad better not complain when I sleep for the next three days after this." Both boys let out a weak chuckle as they continued to drag their prize home. All the light from the sun had left the sky not a but neither the moon nor the stars had yet to come out, Luckily the boys didn't need the light to see thanks to their biology they could easily see in the dark that was until the light of torch post and campfires light the area. But it wasn't just normal torch post but actual torches. And dozens of them Zarath and Tharon quickly recognized Kaar (Fang), Zarath's father and a few dozen other members of the tribes Krellar's. Both boys knew what this was, it was a search party being formed to find them as they hadn't made it back before sundown.
"Thrak (Father.)" Zarath called out. "Its ok we made it back and we got something big." Zarath waved as he and Tharon came into the light of the torch post. He pointed behind him and waved again. "Thrak come and see you won't believe it."
Kaar rushed over to his son Zarath quicker than any of the other adults could as he approached. He stood at least two feet taller than Zarath, marking him at imposing seven feet tall. His body was built like a brick wall, years of training in and fighting as the Chief warrior of the tribe, his fur was blacker than even the night, the only true indication he was there was the brown leather armor he wore and the two metal short swords on his hips. His tail wagged slowly as he grabbed Zarath and pulled him into a tight hug.
"Turak (son) I am so glad to see you, when your mother told me you hadn't returned before the sun went down." Kaar was clearly glad to see his son alive but also clearly pissed he made them worry for nothing.
"Thrak, let go everything hurts like hell right now." Zarath squirmed out of his father's embrace, his body still sore and some of the bruises visible on his arm's upper arms. Kaar quickly looked at what the two boys had dragged back with them. His face quickly dropping to one of grave concern. But quickly snapping out of it when Zarath spoke again.
"See Thrak you raised a skilled hunter, me and Tharon battled the beast to the death it nearly killed me, and then just as it was about to get me in came Tharon with the killing blow saved my ass he did." Zarath boasted to all the gathered Krellar present not even noticing his father's face so proud of himself and his friend. "And Hura even got in a few hits herself didn't you girl." Zarath ruffled and hugged his companion dire wolf as he celebrated with himself the adult to busy examining the monstrous dead wyvern.
"Zarath, Tharon go home both your mothers have been worried sick." Kaar was firm with his approach despite the fact he knew what this creature was and of the sad reality it meant for his son and Tharon.
"But Thrak, this is our kill we hunted it we have to celebrate." Zarath was still too excited despite his injuries.
"I said go home boy we will celebrate once you are rested and your wounds are tended to the rest of the tribe is already asleep like you should be, passing your Jura'Rahl does not make you a full-grown adult so go." Kaar pointed in the direction of their family Kraan-thur.