“What is that supposed to mean?” Andrev asked. But he could sense a decent crop of small antelopes toward the east, and he started walking.
Kana trotted beside him. “Rastaban only asks for the best hunter each year. You are the best of everyone.”
“Everyone?” Andrev echoed, voice laced with heavy skepticism.
Kana flung an arm wide to indicate the entirety of the summer camp and almost stabbed Andrev with her knife. “Everyone. You are the best of them all. You’re special.”
He shook his head. She was mad.
He was cursed.
“Have you chosen a maiden yet?” Kana asked.
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