"Ho," a familiar voice calls as I heft the large chunk of wood over my head in repetitive motions. I turn, holding it high, and see A'tar, dressed in nothing more than a pair of leggings. His feet are bare, too, but I suspect it is because the cold does not bother him, just like the sa-khui. He grins at the sight of me, showing a mouth full of sharp teeth. "You are looking stronger. My mate will be very pleased you are so healthy. She takes it as personal pride when the tribe thrives." I lower the chunk of wood to the ground, then heft it up to my shoulder and over my head once more. "The wood
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