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The two older men ignored him completely. Atreus supposed he should be grateful that they intended to look past his faux pas, though the problem remained. He had never hunted large game, much less in such a small group.

Although embarrassed heat flushed through him and he felt like an abject failure, Atreus completed his thought, saying, Imperator, I don’t think I’m prepared for this. I thought we’d have more reinforcements. I don’t want one of us to get hurt if I don’t know what I’m doing and fuck up.

He ducked his head, aware that both Germanicus and Killdeer would likely not take kindly to Atreus thwarting their hunt. But he would be remiss to act like he wasn’t a complete amateur. Someone could get hurt or even killed. Atreus didn’t know how the other two felt but he didn’t feel like dying today.

Can’t we gather more comrades first? he requested, ears splayed in deference.