Take it easy, children, easy, my brothers. Timour's arm is strong, Father, and Timour doesn't fear the night. Yes, we should soon look for another hunting ground. Winter is coming, and it is necessary to eat. Licked by the flames, the flesh of the beast wafts its luscious odor around the camp.
Darkness regains the world.
Only the trembling gleam of the fire represents fragile shelter, protection against the beasts and the thousand mysterious dangers of the night.