As a general rule, Kana was a very fine hunter for a girl, and none of the Wanderers seemed to care that a girl hunted, but her ability to get distracted by the slightest thing - in this case a tiny blue blossom swaying in the tall green grass - was dangerous.
Because she almost got killed.
By an angry pheasant.
Andrev acted first, whipped his spear through the air. No good - the pheasant was faster.
His second reaction was perhaps the better one - reaching out, tamping into the animal’s mind and ordering it to halt.
It did.
Kana stared at him.
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