Kana reached out and prodded one of the rabbits thoughtfully. Then she tilted her head to the side and considered Kir. And then she prodded the pheasant Andrev was carrying.
“Thanks but no thanks. We caught a pheasant! See? You shouldn’t let your clan you hungry,” she said.
Kir’s smile tightened. “My tribe is well-fed. I brought these for you.”
Kana’s face screwed up in an expression of adorable confusion. “I can’t eat all of those by myself.”
“You could share them, if you like,” Kir said. “I would be willing to share my fire.”
“Could Andrev share too?”
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