Pipit yawned, watching the sky go by at the mouth of the cave. The whole tribe was on alert (he wasn't even a cave-guard and here he was, looking out for big buff cats) and they were all being very careful. As scary as the Sharptooth was, Pipit couldn't deny there was something pretty fuckin' sweet about them.
Hey, you can be shit scared but also interested.
Like talking to girls, for instance.
"Eyooooo" he called out, ears wiggling as he listened to his own echo.
"It's task time for everyone! Come 'n' get 'em while they're chilled!"
Maybe the day would get nicer. That'd make it lovely.