Shavar sat perched on the rocky side of the hill, his hard gaze fixed on the bushes below. The two others with him just waited, though they weren't sure what they were waiting for. But if Shavar was waiting to continue the hunt, he had a good reason.
Shavar was what passed for a leader now. The tribe didn't adhere to any strict principles of control, but not many were willing to question Shavar's general credibility, and that made him the leader until something said otherwise. He'd gotten his name from the giant vultures that soared over the badlands, and he'd gotten it the proper way- by assaulting one and driving it off its kill. Hunger had doubtlessly played a role in that decision, but success had meant he was their equal- and it was hard to object to having a shavar among the tribe.
Finally he began fluidly creeping down the hill, eyes focused on something. The other two began creeping down around his destination, ready to cut off anything that tried to flee.
Abruptly, Shavar lunged into the bushes, driving a flurry of rodents and birds from their hiding place. The one to Shavar's right hurled his spear at a small black bird as it flew past him, but the spear was awkward in the air, and it failed to hit. The one to Shavar's left hurled a small, appropriately shaped rock at a passing brown rodent, slamming it to the side long enough for him to leap on the morsel.
Shavar stood upright, a fairly large rodent in his mouth. The other successful hunter retrieved his rock and came back with the smaller rodent in his hand. The third gathered his spear and joined them somewhat sheepishly.
"Should have gone for the rodent to the left," Shavar said, using his hand to hold the rodent.
The failed hunter blinked.
"Didn't see it."
Shavar shook his head.
"Can't let one meal blind to another. Obscures the future that way."
He nodded in contrition, and the hunters continued their search.
21 children gather stones.
17 elderly fashion spears (or whatever might be useful for hunting/fishing) out of wood, rocks, and tough plant fiber.
20 Women gather wood from the forest.
20 Men forage in the forest.
15 Men hunt small game in the forest, creating spears or other crude weapons first if necessary
15 Women fish at the sea, using spears or other implements if available.
5 Men establish an outpost in the region the lost party was exploring. This is simply a crude shelter that can be located from a fair distance, either from a pole jutting out of the ground, being near a landmark, etc. It isn't intended to be inhabited most of the time, it's simply a relatively safe spot anyone in the general region could use to rest and get their bearings.
10 Women get weapons (crafting them and/or gathering materials for them first if necessary) and explore the region our last party disappeared into. They'll be looking for the same things the previous members were, as well as the missing members themselves.
Also I was the one with digging tools, though I was wondering about that. evilcherry was referring to the 10 Kappa he had assigned to research.
On a related note, is there any difference between saying, "10 men gather wood and hunt elephants", and "5 men gather wood and 5 hunt elephants"?
EDIT: Barbarossa, you start with 50 men and 50 women, not 25. You're not doing THAT badly.