Stone Circle Your brother has returned

He watched as his mother took off, his gaze following her till she was out of sight. It was only when she was that he finally turned around to face his brother, face still contorted into that of a scowl; same as before.

"I dont think I can hunt like you can," he said dryly, glancing down at his body and glancing at his brother, hoping he was follow. Clay was thin as a skeleton, his rips showing and body filled with fresh scrapes and nicks from his careless walking. If he wanted to hunt bison he might as well just stand in font of them so they can finish the job.

"But I can watch you, I guess. From a distance."