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... oonlight Tribe."
Her gaze flicked briefly to the sack in her arms, then back to Ryn.
"I need food."
The words landed plainly, without drama.
"Vegetables," she added after a breath. "Grain. Roots. Anything that grows."
Not meat.
Ryn noticed immediately.
He didn’t answer right away.
He watched her posture instead. The way her shoulders were tense, how her grip tightened slightly as the wind cut across the plain.
She wasn’t tre ...
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