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still a very important job, you know. The women and children can’t do it all themselves,” my dad added. Derek nodded. called. I turned around to see Derek and Arthur racing over to me. “Yeah, I guess,” He agreed half-heartedly. “Don’t worry, Derek,” my brother, who was now awake, said as he walked over. “Someday, they won’t treat us like little kids.” My dad gave Arthur a look. “But I guess I’m alright with just packing up camp for now,” he added, grinning sheepishly under Dad’s hard stare. “Good,” Dad said. “I’m going to organize the hunt. Remember, I’m counting on all of you to keep an eye on things around here while I’m gone,” he warned. “Do your duties, and make sure to keep everyone safe. No one leaves camp.” I exchanged determined looks with Arthur and Derek. “Yeah, you can count on us, Dad,” Arthur said with a nod. My dad put a hand on his shoulder and looked at him, his gaze softening, before turning to organize the hunting group. Arthur watched him go before nudging Derek. “We’d better start helping with the tents, dude,” he said. Derek looked up from sulking over the fact that he wasn’t allowed to hunt. “Don’t tell me you’re still upset about that,” Arthur started, folding his arms. “Get over it, dude. Someday, our time will come. Right Ren?” I looked up at the sound of my name. “What’s up?” I asked the question in a slightly irritated tone. I had better things to do than goof off with them. Arthur nudged me. “Aw, don’t sound a