Faelyn pulled the hunters aside.
Thirty warriors, mixed, all of them shuffling into a loose group and figuring out where to stand relative to each other without making it obvious that was what they were doing.
Talon at the front of the leopard side. Renn at the front of the panther side. They looked at each other, knew what they were dealing with, and remained quiet.
Faelyn read from her recipe guides, translating quantities as she went.
A young leopard warrior near the front did the numbers in his head and his face changed.
"How much?" he said.
"As much as you can bring back," Faelyn said. "This is for everyone."
"Everyone meaning—"
"Everyone. Five thousand people. All of them."
Silence.
Then the warrior next to him said quietly: "That's a lot of boar."
"That is a lot of everything," the warrior beside him said.
"We've done bigger hunts," someone near the back said.
"Not since the alliance hunts," an older leopard warrior said. "Not in years."
