there was very little the tribeman missed of those around him. there was a new one among them, keeping now to the den with kusuma and harta. he approved of another hunter and said nothing.

today he brought dove feathers for the pups, spitting them unceremoniously onto the ground.

the dove itself was dropped from his shoulder a moment later, a prize that would provide buttery flesh and ornamental tufts to those who enjoyed its meal.