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though kivaluk understands the point that rodyn is attempting to make, he pushes down the desire to point out that there is a big difference between not yet being two — a benchmark age he's begun to understand though the why still remains unclear — and not even being a year old. though it was only a smattering of months now until he hit a year old, he is still a boy.

i know, kivaluk assures rodyn, words heavy with things that kivaluk leaves unsaid; letting those two words hang for a moment as if he was going to continue only to use it as a spring board segue into the next topic: of what would be expected of him as second hunter.

i had told kukutux that i wanted to trade scout for mercenary. he admits. i do not mind patrolling and protecting the borders. was the point he'd been leading into with the admittance of a trade switch. he falls silent then, listening to how rodyn describes what hunting is to him: religious almost. kivaluk does not comment because he cannot relate: to kivaluk, it is a duty. his duty. that wasn't to say he didn't enjoy it only that he bore it with the same solemnity of a sworn knight's oath.