Chapter 29
I began to remember that day well when my father showed me how to hunt Bronirovanny. I was way younger than Walker was at the time. It was one of the times we had gone to the far south of the Bel’athore forest, but it was north of the territory of Karakol. This part of the Bel’athore forest, was very dense in trees, shrubbery, and things of that sort. I forgot what my father called this part of the forest. He called it something like the Shchetka, the “brush” or “thick brush”. I remember that benefited us. This town was like a forest. A forest of different buildings, but a forest no less. This town was relatively the same size as the town that grew up in. My tribe of The Gris, probably out-numbered the amount of people in this town. I began to faintly remember my town, my last encounter…
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