Roan slept through the ralling war cries of his brothers, the fermented berry juice they had drank last night did short work of him. When he awoke he had a splitting headache the last thing he remembered was dancing in the war chant circle. He looked around the caves of his people. 'Arrrrggghhhh! I slept to long the battle has already began!' Roan ran to a huge ball of fur snoaring in the corner of the cave. He climbs on to the large mount strapped to a larger that average grizzly bear. Roan shoke the bear as hard as he could but the beast would not wake. Then someting caught the barbarians eyes, around the bear where all the gords they kept the fermented berry juice in, each broken in to and the juice all drunk. 'Aaaaarrrggghhh Wake up you lush of a war beast, we will miss the whole war!' this is from a series of pen en ink aniaml fantasy riders i did for my senior project for college.