Dinner time

Strai prickled at her question. It wasn’t her fault, she didn’t know his story, but that didn’t make it any easier to deal with. “I don’t need any family.” He snapped at her. He had no idea why she was bothering to deal with a Thrall, and while her help might make things go faster, he wanted to pretend he was independent enough not to need it.

He jammed her stick into the earth when she rolled it over to him, and kicked vines over the hole. It covered it enough that a quick glance gave nothing away. It would do. “There were some deer over this way. I’m going to go find them.” He said. It was far from a question of if she was coming to help, but it was the best the surly boy could manage. He was already turning and trotting off.

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