![]() ![]() Which gave him more time to train with his sword-not that he had ever actually had to use it in anger, but it was cool. He didn’t really have to do much stalking at all. He caught his rabbits and the occasional one of his “kin” with them, the foxes being the rarer of the two. ![]() That just meant he was smart.Īnd his traps were excellent, thank you very much. His eyes were the same as his mother’s, and all of the qualities ascribed to him were positive, as far as he was concerned. Most of Yun Ren’s game ended up being rabbits and other small game, which got him relentlessly teased about how even his hunting habits were fox-like. Fat juicy boars, bears in winter, and deer. First was his father, who supplied most of the wild game that the village ate, and the hides that went to the city. He wasn’t the best hunter in Hong Yaowu, but he was second place. Yun Ren stalked through the forest, his footfalls as quiet as he could make them. ![]()
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