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Her breath is drawn out, undoubtedly from the weight upon her shoulders. Kyrell's expression remains neutral, but his eyes soften. He looks upon the moonwoman, finding his own logic twisting at the predicament.

The children would be old enough to learn how to hunt large game. To join a hunt itself posed risk even to an experienced hunter. Even the bison hunt of the year prior had minimal injuries. The risk of injury or worse was to be weighed against the reward of experience. To hunt with multiple packs had the added benefit of forging connections.

What if their enemy appeared to the hunt, hidden amongst a foreign pack? If the pups ran with the older hunters they would be weary. The adults too, but Kyrell had more faith those older could hold their own long enough to escape.

What if there were no enemies to be found at the hunt? That was possible still. If the children were sidelined then it would be all for naught.

Kyrell closed his eyes. I believe to hunt in itself is a risk. The hunting party under Kaluktuk both had the interference of a youth and an injury to Raiyuk. His eyes opened with an exhale. However, I cannot deny the experience they might gain by joining the hunt. If they wish to hunt, perhaps they must hunt with at least one member of the moon villages? Someone to lead them away if need be.

There is a small crease to his brow. At this moment in time the danger was hypothetical, and he hoped it would remain that way.