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"May the ancestor spirits of good archers guide my hand indeed" Breden took the shot, hitting the deer in the side and bringing it down, mortally wounded. Its death came not even a minute later. "Thanks for letting me use your bow. Looks like the ancestor of someone who could shoot an injured deer was looking out for me. Maybe I had a father who was good at this. Or grandfather or something." Breden walked over to the deer and took out a small knife. 

"So, how are we dividing this? Half and half?" He had brought it up with Griz earlier, but the discussion about how to split the quarry was delayed, as the point was to teach Breden how to hunt, not to talk about dividing the meat which they hadn't killed yet.