"What about that Andre fellow? Did he go back?"
Connor rubbed his stomach, not the least bit embarrassed. "He must've seen that my kill was bigger than his and was too ashamed to stick around. Probably ran off with his tail between his legs, hahaha!"
"Maybe."
Lin Chen changed the subject, pointing to the deer on the ground outside. "How do you want to eat your kill? Pan-fried, roasted, or in a soup?"
"Whatever you want. I'm not a picky eater, as long as it tastes good."
As he spoke, he rolled up his sleeves, pulled a combat knife from his backpack, and walked into the yard to drag the deer out of the burlap sack.
Only when he got a clear look at the whole animal did Lin Chen recognize what it was.
It was a white-tailed deer—a doe, with no antlers.
"White-tailed deer are an incredibly alert and agile species. Even with a hunting bow, the slightest noise can startle them. And you actually managed to catch one."
