
Sighing and letting his shoulders drop, K'ile groaned. "You didn't ruin it. Don't be so dramatic." He curled his hands under the urn and stood with it, holding all of the meat it contained. "Just finish up that last batch and help me move it all out to the bonfire. I want the feast ready before the hunt is over. There's going to be some very hungry huntresses."
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