Priya was pumping her bow and whooping some sort of huntress's paean. Several meters back and to my left was a smaller, very dead peccary with an arrow's shaft barely visible behind one ear.
"How old were you when your people first taught you to ride?" she rode up and clapped me on the shoulder.
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