She was farther than she had planned to go, and, as she approached a canyon, she was thinking she ought to turn back. Then, she heard something that chilled her blood and set her heart racing: the thundering roar of a cave lion--and a human scream. Ayla stopped, hearing her blood pounding in her ears. It had been so long since she had heard a human sound, yet she knew it was a human, and something else. She knew it was her kind of human.
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Why had she decided to ride west that day? Why should she have been right there just when he screamed? She wasn't sure what significance he would have in her life, but she knew it would never be the same. She had seen the face of the Others.
--"The Valley of Horses," by Jean M. Auel
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