Phoenix Maplewood wabbit season! duck season! ...turkey season?

To his satisfaction--but not, of course, his surprise--Sunny took the other bird down, and the two Sameth men stood, grinning and panting, glancing down at their handiwork before his nephew approached. Sunny remarked on his cut, and Shale shook his head in an emphatic refusal, believing the boy spoke of Pema.

He had yet to approach the woman after he'd blown up at her; he didn't want to come limping back in these circumstances.

"I'm fine," he said, a little sharply. "It's not deep. I'll make sure to keep it clean." Shale knew how it worked. He'd seen enough wounds tended to in his life to fend for himself, especially with a cut this shallow. But he did crack a smile at Sunny's joke, shaking his head in a much lighter fashion. "Let's bring these back to the caches," he agreed.