The girls in Andrev’s tribe didn’t know how to hunt at all. Maybe because The Wanderers had no hunters of their own, everyone knew how to hunt a little. It didn’t seem like a bad idea until a girl like Kana was allowed to hunt a knife.
Mid-hunt she’d probably get distracted by a butterfly and accidentally cut off her own hand or something equally horrible.
“Which way?” she asked.
“What makes you think I know?”
She tilted her head to the side and studied him, like a curious bird. “You hunt for us. Of course you would know.”
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