At first light, I had packed my few belongings and went to my father.
“We should head back now,” I said.
“Where do you think you’re going? You came out to hunt with the Heuk-cheon. We’re not leaving until we’ve caught a tiger.”
It was more than just the hunt. His words were a gruff admission that he didn’t find our time together unpleasant.
“I only prepared for one night,” I countered, though I had supplies for a week.
“Stop talking
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