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Continuing at a slower pace, you reflect on the price you mist pay for living in beautiful, unspoiled world: to be constantly alert for danger. You must learn to live like animal. Approaching the campsite, you call out, “Azog, Larga, Mi!” No answer. The camp is empty, stripped. You run to the river. The raft is gone. The others have already set forth on their journey. You are alone, and, as far as you know, there is no other tribe in the region. Cold weather is coming. You don’t have the strength or time to make a raft. Once the snow gets deep, you won’t be able to cover much ground in search of game. The fact is, there is little change of surviving the winter. You sit on a rock, gazing at the river, trying to think straight. If you decide to walk south in hopes of reaching a warmer climate,turn to page 59. If you decide to try to make it through the winter at the present camp, turn to page 27 if you decide to try to get back to the Cave of Time and take your chances with the giant cave bear, turn to page 49