Aren't I?

Andrev strode into the camp and laid the antelope carcass at Savva’s feet. Savva stared.

Kir, who had leveled the butt of his spear at Andrev as if to strike him, almost dropped his spear.

“Will this please the women?” Andrev asked, voice low. He kept his head down, let his hair obscure his features.

“I - where did you find it?”

Andrev couldn’t keep the bitter, sardonic twist out of his voice. “Apparently the gods favor our tribe, my chief.”

“You killed it yourself?” Kir asked.

In reply, Andrev leveled the bloody spear at him. “I’m a hunter, aren’t I?”