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Chakliux's command was accompanied by a muffled whine until, finally, the boy showed his face at the dinner table. Taking the meal gratefully, he settled as far away from his wives as he could and began to peel thin strips of fish to eat, gaze fixated on Dutch. His eyes widened at the sight of great gashes on the man's belly, now long healed but impressive nonetheless. As he and Tullik exchanged words, Matteo's thoughts drifted to his own injury. The pain had been unbearable - and that was only a small puncture! He could only imagine the horrors Dutch had been subjected to.

Well, he preferred not to imagine it really, stomach already beginning to flutter.

As if on cue, their visitor turned to quiz the boys about the bison hunt next. Matteo quickly swallowed his current mouthful and nodded furiously in agreement. He would let Raiyuk tell the thrilling tale if he wished, the man's following words providing a curious head tilt. "What other creatures did you hunt with?" Foxes? Bears? Surely that would not have ended well for either party; he furrowed his brows, eager to hear Dutch elaborate.