As Lunaire reached for a piece of moose meant he remembered that he was the one who killed it. Instead he reached for a squirrel that was on top of a pile of smaller animals and threw it into his mouth. Lunaire reached his hand back down to the moose pelt and held it. He felt so bad for killing such an amazing animal. He turned his gaze back to Ralosa and Kleng who were tearing into every meat that was in reach of their claws. Lunaire turned his sight back to the moose pelt in his hands. He suddenly threw it around his shoulders letting it fall down his back. Taking two vertebrae from a raccoon he fastened it around his neck like a cloak. He liked it. Eventually everyone was very full and sluggish, and they began to talk with each other once again. Kleng stood again and called for silence. “It is now time to induct these two into the ranks of the adults. We will be doing this a little differently tonight.” Lunaire began to worry. “Ralosa is a killer and would kill without question. Lunaire, I’m not so sure about.” Again Lunaire felt nervous. “As far as I am concerned they are both worthy to be thought of adults but Lunaire has yet to kill a human or elf when he has had the chance.” Kleng turned to two Woralks and nodded. The two nodded back and left the camp. Seconds later they walked back into camp holding a little sack between them. They came forward and set the sack before Kleng and Lunaire. Kleng turned back to the crowd. “Earlier today Lunaire promised that the next time he saw a human or elf he would kill it without hesitation. I don’t’ believe him.” Kleng turned back towards Lunaire and picked up the bag. “I say if he is to be considered as an adult he has to prove it.” Kleng ripped the bag in two and a little human girl about eight years old fell to the ground. Lunaire looked to the shaking little girl back to Kleng. Kleng smiled and looked straight into Lunaire’s eyes. “Kill her.”