Andrev murmured a soft farewell to the reindeer and rose to his feet, crossed the camp, kept his head bowed so his long hair obscured his face.
Savva handed him a spear. “It is almost daybreak. Go with Kir and the others. Come back with something big and fat to please the women, yes?”
Andrev took the spear in one hand, tested its weight. It was heavier than most, designed for an experienced hunter.
Kir started for the edge of camp. “This way, Andrev.” He spoke as if he addressed a dog.
Andrev turned and walked in the opposite direction.
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