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He wondered to himself, did other tribes have the same story? Maybe to another clan there was a snake with more than two heads. Maybe it wasn't a snake at all, but something altogether different? Or maybe the hero did not win in the end, in the same way—if one could call that winning; the lessons might change with every permutation.

Her question drew him out of his flurried thoughts.

It will depend on what is needed, and where. Began his answer, as he settled to his haunches again. I know of some villages in this area, so I will bring what I have to them. I will ask what they need, and maybe I will know where to find it.

A small shrug of his broad shoulders. I am not sure. But I am glad to be back among my people.