Andrev didn’t know how to ask, wasn’t sure if he wanted to know the answer.
“Kana.”
She was trotting ahead, gamboling in the grass and likely scaring away any game they might find.
Andrev sighed. “Kana.”
She turned and trotted backwards, grinning at him like a puppy, like it was a game.
“Are you going to let Kir court you?” Andrev regretted the words as soon as they fell from his lips.
Kana paused, tilted her head to one side quizzically. “Kir? The hunter? Maybe. He is a fine hunter.” And she darted on.
Andrev wanted to scream - or weep.
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