West of Eden by Harry Harrison

killers on the beach were ustuzou of some kind, of a species never encountered before."
    "I think you are right," Vaintè said, kicking a corner of the thick fur aside and trying not to shudder at its soft and loathsome touch. "Do you think you can find these beasts?"
    "I will track them. North. The only way they could have gone."
    "Find them. Quickly. Report to me. Then we will destroy them. You will leave at dawn?"
    "With your permission—I will leave now."
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    Vaintè permitted herself an expression of slight incredulity, enough to be enquiring yet not derisive or insulting. "It will be dark soon. Can you travel at night?" she asked. "How can a thing like that be possible?"
    "I can only do it near the city where the coastline is most regular. There are large cloaks and I have a boat that is nocturnal. It will follow the shoreline so that by dawn we will be well on our way."
    "You are indeed a hunter. But I do not wish you to venture out alone, to face these dangers by yourself.
    You will need aid. Hèksei here has told me that she helps others. She will go with you, help you."
    "It will be a strenuous voyage, Eistaa," Stallan said, her voice flat and expressionless.
    "I am sure she will profit from the experience," Vaintè said, turning away, ignoring Hèksei's unhappiness and frantic signals for attention. "May your voyage be a successful one."
    CHAPTER FIVE
    Naudinza istak ar owot at kwalaro, at etcharro—ach i marinanni terpar.
    The hunter's path is always the hardest and longest. But it ends in the stars.
    Lightning flickered, low on the horizon, briefly lighting the banks of dark clouds. Long moments passed before it was followed by the distant, deep rumble of thunder. The storm was retreating, moving out to sea, taking the streaming rain and the torrential wind with it. But the high seas still broke heavily on the beach, running far up the sands and into the salt grass beyond, almost as far as the beached boat. Just beyond the boat was a small copse where a temporary shelter of skins had been lashed to oars between the trees. Smoke drifted from beneath it and hung low under the branches. Old Ogatyr leaned out from the shelter and blinked at the first rays of afternoon sunlight that pierced the receding clouds. Then he sniffed, the air.
    "The storm is over," he announced. "We can go on."
    "Not in those seas," Amahast said, poking at the fire until it flared up. The chunks of venison smoked in the heat and dripped sizzling meat juices into the flame. "The boat would be swamped and you know it.
    Perhaps in the morning."
    "We are late, very late—"
    "There is nothing we can do about it, old one. Ermanpadar sends his storms without worrying too much West of Eden - Harry Harrison
    whether it suits us or not."
    He turned from the fire to the remaining deer. The hunt had been a good one with herds of deer roaming the grassy scrublands of the coast. When this last beast was butchered and smoked the boat would be full.
    He spread the deer's front legs and hacked at its skin with the sharp flake of stone—but it was no longer sharp. Amahast threw it aside and called out to Ogatyr.
    "This is what you can do, old one, you can make me a new blade."
    Grunting with the effort, Ogatyr pushed himself to his feet. The continual dampness made his bones ache.
    He walked stiffly to the boat and rooted about inside it, then returned with a stone in each hand.
    "Now, boy, you will learn something," he said, squatting down slowly onto his haunches. He held out the stones towards Kerrick. "Look. What do you see?"
    "Two stones."
    "Of course. But what of these stones? What can you tell me about them?" He turned them over and over in his hands so the boy could examine them closely. Kerrick poked at them and shrugged.
    "I see only stones."
    "That is because you are young and you have never been taught. You will never learn this from the women, for this is a man's skill only. To be a hunter you must have a spear. A