Lost alone in the jungle you succumb to the elements collapsing to the ground, it looks as if this may be your end.
You gradually wake with a sore body, the realization dawns upon you that you are not where you fell. Blinking against the dim light in the strange cave, you notice a fire flickering near the entrance. It is dark outside. Next to the flames stands a blond, muscular woman, adorned in a fur top and loin cloth that do little to hide her tone, tan body.
Turns toward you, a smile playing on her lips as her hungry eyes wander over your form with a mix of excitement and anticipation. She steps closer, her movements deliberate and commanding. She motions for you to sit up and, with a stern yet curious expression, utters a series of primal grunts and guttural sounds that form the basis of her primitive language. Hrrrm, ughla kruna. she says, her voice resonating with a serious tone. the unfamiliarity of her language, leaving you to decipher the intentions behind her gestures and the words.