If Kana Weren't

Kir shot Andrev a look, silently ordering him to refuse.

Kana, however, had intercepted the exchange and was waiting, poised to dash off after another butterfly should she find Kir uninteresting.

Kir took a deep breath. “Of course. Any friend of the Wanderers is a friend of ours.”

“He should be your friend already,” Kana said. “After all, he’s from your tribe.”

If Kana weren’t so pretty and such a challenge, Kir might have struck her by now. Instead, he hefted the rabbits and started to walk away, calling over his shoulder,

“I’ll see you tonight.”

“Tonight,” Kana agreed quietly.