“Yep!” Tussul cheerily swung a thumbs-up across his chest with a comical grin towards Ilya. “I’m one of the best hunters in all of Okoto - the good kind, not the eat-people kind.”
“It’s why I made myself this bow.” He took it off his back and cradled it gently. “My original bow was made by my father, but this one I carved myself. I try not to think about how much life it’s taken and instead think about how many lives it’s saved. by providing my people with food.”
“Oh, jeez.” Tussul looked uncomfortable. “I really rambled there, didn’t I?”