The boy born to be a hunter, a killer, stood there with the hare in his mouth. Ronan followed right behind him, catching up without a single problem. Then came the instructions, the talk of ending it entirely. Sitjariaq struggled internally for a moment, knowing that he was hungry, but also knowing that he was about to end a life. He had never killed anything before, though he had seen it done.

But this was the first time that it was left entirely to him. There was only one answer however, to end the animal's suffering. To heed the call of his nature, his instincts. The boy did as he was told, shaking the hare and giving it one good snap of the neck.

Then it was all over. The animal hung limp in his jaws, only to be gently placed on the ground. The boy looked to his teacher for approval next, unsure if he should go ahead and eat, or if there was more to be done.