They summoned Andrev before dawn, pressed a heavy spear into his hands and pushed him toward the edge of camp. Andrev wasn’t even sure when his pallet of furs had been moved into the Wanderer camp, but suddenly he was standing at the edge of the camp, half-awake and searching the air for the whisper-voices of animals that no one else seemed to hear.
“Take Kana with you,” Rastaban said.
Andrev blinked. Kana held a long knife and grinned like an eager kitten. Andrev was quite sure she was mad.
“Can you hunt?” he asked.
She nodded. “Certainly.”
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