Other members of the hunting party began to arrive: warriors, baggers, thrashers, cooks—and of course many, many servants.
“Since it's yours, of course, Lord Tiger. I'd never kill an animal so large. There's far too much meat for me to eat.” Gesturing the older man over, Seeking Sword stepped around to the head, backing up to the splintered tree trunk. Feeling carefully, he parted the wiry mane just below the base of the skull, using his fingers to see. Deep in the thick hair, a half-inch of arrowhead protruded.
“Infinite blast me, severed the spinal cord,” Scowling Tiger murmured. “Where did the arrow enter?”
The boy shook his head, feeling through the beast's rough beard.
“I see no injury at all with my talent.” Scowling Tiger gestured him aside to examine the corpse himself.
“Oh, L
