Shane
Wiser?
I couldn’t help but laugh. The hole in my heart grew by the second, but my sister could always move me. Mave glared at me and I know had I not been injured she would have attempted to give me a thump on the head. Instead, she crossed her arms and pouted. Her actions reminded me of a younger version of her. I’d had my fun.
“Okay okay, oh wise one. What did you eat? I don’t see you living off of fruits. You love your meat,” I said. I thought back to all of the times I had brought leftovers from work that I had been permitted to take home. Mave loved food with substance.
“I had to for awhile. It was terrible,” she said. I laughed. “It took some time to get tools ready for hunting,” she said.
“Hunting? You?” I asked.
“Yes, me,” she said sarcastically.
“What have you been do
