EXT PLAINS: Moonwatcher, with club in tow, is seen feasting on a chunk of flesh from a fresh kill.
A series of shots of the tribe feeding on flesh, differents parts of the day and likely different days, are seen.
A partly devoured carcass of a warthog is laid out on the ground.
Moonwatcher's tribe saturate their longstanding pain from hunger.
It's a bounty they have rarely enjoyed before.
Moonwatcher's tribe is growing strong with the unlimited intake of protein.
EXT WATER HOLE - MASTER OF THE WORLD: From their side of the water hole, in the never violated safety of their own territory, the Others see Moonwatcher and several males of his tribe appear from behind a small hillock over-looking the water hole, silhouetted against the dawn sky.
The Others begin to scream their daily challenge. But today something is different, though the Others do not immediatly recognize this fact. While Moonwatcher's tribe join the verbal onslaught, as they had always done, Moonwatcher and his small band decend from the rise, and begin to move forward to the water hole with only a few token grunts and growls, a purposefulness never before seen.
As the Others watch the figures approaching in the morning haze, they are puzzled by the terrible strangeness of this encounter. Their rage subsides down to an uneasy resistance as Moonwatcher and his tribe encroach forward carrying their bone clubs. Led by One-Ear, the Others half-heartedly continue the battle-chant.
With majestic deliberation, Moonwatcher begins to cross the water hole, while his band stand in waiting. The Others fade back from the water hole, seeming to lack even the ability to flee. Moonwatcher inches further towards One-Ear, who stands unsuredly in front of his band.
Though he is a veteran of numerous combats at the water's edge, One-Ear has never been attacked by an enemy who had not first displayed a long ritual of fighting rage; and he had never before been attacked with a weapon. Suddenly One-Ear lunges forward on the offensive.
Moonwatcher side steps his attack and brings down the heavy thigh bone of an antelope on One-Ear with a powerful blow. One-Ear, crumples to the ground almost immediately while Moonwatcher strikes him again.
One-Ear is motionless other than a few involuntary twitches as Moonwatcher's tribe joins in taking turns battering him with a series of blows.
The Others gape in fearful disbelief at this display of power. They are suddenly confronted with a vision that strikes terror into their hearts as they flee for their lives.
With their weapons still in hand, Moonwatcher and his tribe gather to form an impenetrable defensive wall. The new reigning power of the plains.
Moonwatcher surveys the scene. He heaves his weapon high into the air, a victory throw.
Now he was master of the world, and he was not sure what to do next. But he would think of something.