Seia stoked the fire with more of the green saplings so common this far north before returning to sharpening the short arrow shafts he was making. He had never been a very good shot, only striking his target four times in every five shots, but he had need of meat and the animals there were wary of Men, at best. Better a javelin for boar, or a stiff thrust of his spears, but deer were another matter entirely.
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Implied Violence
