Return from the Hunt

The barbarian child looked up at the sky, still processing what had just happened. It didn't take him long to notice the blood pouring out of his throat though, and his eyes widened.

Was he really going to die? Was his life going to end on his first big hunt? What about his Ma? What would she do if he died? She wouldn't really be kicked out of the tribe, would she? She'd freeze to death if she was. No, he couldn't die… He… Couldn't…

The boy's mouth flopped open and closed like a fish gasping for water and his chest contracted to yell out a cry for help, but nothing but blood gurgled where his voicebox had once been. He gurgled several more times, then his arms, once outstretched to the heavens, collapsed beside him and his eyes glossed over.

The white wolf nearby was still chewing on his...

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