Rami looked inordinately pleased that Dravi had caught his own rabbit, and he had Dravi sit with him that night at the supper fire. Usually Dravi sat with his mother. Rastaban sat on Rami’s left, as he always did, and watched Dravi roast the rabbit proudly.
Across the flames, Dravi caught his gaze and cast him a smile, a smile that turned smug when Rami ruffled his hair. Rastaban made a point of sharing his second rabbit with Khouri, who had only managed to catch a baby rabbit. Whatever victory Dravi had thought he had won, it would not last.
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