The tribe caught up with Kir and the other hunters mid-morning the next day. Most of them wore shiny new trinkets and exchanged sly grins. Andrev walked at the rear of the caravan, driving the reindeer.
“Kir, you positively glitter with jewelry,” Savva called out, proud of his son.
Kir tossed his head and preened. “There are many lovely girls in our sister-tribes.”
Andrev resisted the urge to make a low remark that there were many people in Kir’s own tribe who’d gone without food the night before. But everyone was pleased for Kir; he was Savva’s son.
2 comments:
Just a quick comment: "smart remark" really stood out to me as something of a modern Americanism (I don't actually know the origin of the phrase), and took me out of the reading. It's little and nit-picky; sorry! Loving the story.
I think you're right about the "smart remark". I'm pretty pants at historical fiction, for the most part.
Also, there was something of a posting twist that utterly skewed with the timeline for the next couple of days. For the record, though, her name is pronounced "Kah-nah". If that helps any.
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