Twelve years old was the first time any of the boys were allowed to hunt on their own. Today would be the first time the men stayed back and let the boys go out and forage for food on their own, show they were worthy of remaining with the army. Rastaban stood on the edge of the grassy plain with his spear. Beside him, Khouri was nervously counting his arrows. There had been murmuring among the boys, for Dravi rarely hunted with them, and none of the boys believed Dravi would try for his first hunt today.
They were wrong.
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