After he had worshiped, the dark-furred man had set his mind to hunting. The duties of the Mazoi were broad – hunters, warriors, scouts – so Bayek did not fear that he would work toward tasks that did not belong to him. The man was good with physical tasks and did not shy away from grueling work. Hunting to fill the bellies of the Akashingo wolves was a simple matter.
At the edge of the mesa, Bayek looked out across the terrain beyond their claimed land. He lifted his snout and drew in the fragrance of the air. The cold made him miserable, made him tired. If he was not so fixated on keeping himself busy, he might have sought the warmth of the halls where the others could be found.
The scent of deer urged him away from the borders. He followed their path on swift paws.
At the edge of the mesa, Bayek looked out across the terrain beyond their claimed land. He lifted his snout and drew in the fragrance of the air. The cold made him miserable, made him tired. If he was not so fixated on keeping himself busy, he might have sought the warmth of the halls where the others could be found.
The scent of deer urged him away from the borders. He followed their path on swift paws.
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