Chapter 19. The Dawn of the Werewolf in 1413 America

“Arnou died doing this, Matchitehew! We cannot stray this far from the village; that bear might get us too!” Keme spat with as much conviction as his diaphragm allowed.“I understand you feel it is your duty to protect the entire tribe, but with all due respect, you are the chief’s son and not the chief, Keme. Please relax! I am certain there’s buffalo up this way. If we can get one, it will feed the entire tribe!”

“That is foolish pride talking, Matchitehew! We are better off hunting for deer because they are easier to find and lighter to carry!”

Matchitehew looked into Keme’s cognac-colored eyes as if they would provide the vast wisdom he was seeking for the hunt they were embarking on. Many animals became scarce due to slow growth in vegetation. Their last three searches for food proved only meager offerings to their people.

“Perhaps you are right, Keme. It would be much harder to carry the buffalo on our own. And if we leave half of the buffalo in the elements,