Shruti noticed Dravi’s absence first. When Rastaban rotated with Khouri and returned to camp, Shruti was already fretting, but Dravi had returned from the hunt with the other boys, and just like the other boys, he would be left to fend for himself. Khouri had met Rastaban’s gaze in the dimness of the cave, knew, but Rastaban had learned from Rami well. War wasn’t always about open fields and thousands of men - sometimes it was a single, small, decisive strike. And this was a battle won.
They found Dravi’s body three days later, curled up on his side, seemingly asleep.
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