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One evening, between mouthfuls of turkey meat, Zug said, “We can’t survive this way for much longer, Logan – you and Ginta will have to hunt together.”
Logan dropped the wing he was holding as a rush of embarrassed heat flooded his body, and Ginta stared into the fire, afraid to move.
Then Qara said, “Together you would make a good team. It needs a stronger arm behind a spear to kill a deer.” She had chosen exactly the right words to save Logan’s pride.
“We’ll try tomorrow,” he said, and Ginta breathed again.