Spear and Fang were making their way through the endless snowy lands. The caveman was regretting they left that cozy cave so soon – another blizzard stroke them the next day. Unlike Fang, who had a mammoth for breakfast yesterday, he hasn't eaten for days. His retracted abdomen groaned and rumbled from hunger loud enough to be heard even through the violent snow storm, making Fang feel guilty. She probably should have bitten off the mammoth's trunk at least – it would be more enough