Duskfire Glacier too late to stop

content enough with her answer, he lets it go. she will be of new lands come morning, beneath his own leadership. no more forsake oxen hunters. they will hunt better prey, a surplus of it.
her admiration was clear— and placed correctly. he was a mighty hunter, bred of...well, what he assumed to be a stronger father. not as though he known the man, fleeting from his birth alongside his sister, coincidentally taking the third sibling right along with him. were they not good enough for the bastards eyes?
but now— look what he is going to build! alongside this woman, satori, and many others that would follow his hunter's march.
yes, he nodded. we hunt only the great beasts. what else would they have— rabbits? voles?
that would not suit the belly of a king.
come, tiqiak. i will show you home.