Heron Lake Plateau to walk a path of slaughter

he speaks;
his bearing is like that of a jungle cat. appraising. proud. satsu cannot help but see her brother morohe behind the gleam in the stranger's eyes.

hunting?

no, she says, not thinking; she stares at herself in the water now, watching the surface distort.

though, i suppose i should try.

peasants did the hunting. satsu did not know where to start. if they could do it, so should she be able — right?