WHAT MANY HANDS PAINT 9.3

His father looked at the serrated machete in his hands. A machete that had belonged to Kkrya. He must have felt uncomfortable because he had never used a weapon before. He also seemed nervous, looking in all directions at every sound, even though no human had shown his stinking face since they had left. There were two entrances on the outer wall, but many more inside, so most of them would have hidden in. The Distant Teeth would sneak into the locked houses and come out with clean spears.

"Don't worry, I'll protect you if anything happens," Kkelea told him.

Her father smiled.

"You are very brave, little one."