Iktome Plains wuskripa

he had never been much of a hunter.

a man of Godly work, a priest, a father. he had (and would) carried many titles in his life. hunter had never been one. but he remembered the pale man who had hunted for him in his start here and the slyness of his movements.

bartholomew could be a supportive hunter, but never lead one. this he felt okay with.

her red stripe a path for him to follow as he crouched low. up ahead the birds moved unaware. soon they would fall and fill bellies, he hoped.

such an act had to be the highest form of his faith.