Stavanger Bay Food For Thought

Kigipigak's words were true — they hadn't been intercepted yet. Even so, Cerne's unease stayed with him. He knew the youth needed meat, but surely they could find rabbits and hares elsewhere? But, the word was given, and Amalia slipped from sight. Cerne loose a low sigh, flexing his toes into the dirt. He would not argue, nor abstain — even just one hare pelt would double the size of his hareskin pouch, and he had been meaning to expand his toolkit.

He laid in wait, and pretty soon Amalia had flushed the hares out; he trapped one in his jaws, shaking the life from it, before dropping it and rushing after a second.