Sun Mote Copse Giants shifting in their graves

Yeah, what idiot did trust sheep? But that was the whole moral of the story. There was no easy way around hunting and luck was a very rare occasion. "Now you are a fire-cracker of ideas," Wraen told Maia and leaned over to nuzzle the fur at the base of her ears. 

"We could go home now and discuss them in detail," she offered her, because there did not seem anything else left to explore here. They could, of course, return another day. With spring far away - the aftermath of the avalanche was not going anywhere.

"And next time we hunt together, we can apply them in practice," she added.

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