"Ule, you're back!" As Muria entered the treehouse, his mother Heda, who was preparing dinner for him, called out his name with a beaming smile!
"Mhm," Muria nodded.
"Come get ready for dinner! Your father hunted a Patterned Tree Python today! You can eat as much as you like!"
"Father, are you hurt?" Muria's gaze turned to the male Yikong person seated beside him, tending to his longbow—his father, Batu, a standard adult Yikong person: cheerful, fond of hunting, but not bloodthirsty.
"It's just a small Tree Python. How could I possibly be hurt with my partner helping me?" Batu said, dismissing the concern with a wave of his hand upon hearing his son's question.
"That's good!" Muria looked toward his mother, who was skillfully handling the python with a bone dagger. It was a giant serpent, nearly ten meters long, but its vital areas had been torn apart, no doubt the work of his father's Blue Creek Beast partner.