Wu Yue remembered that clearing, too. It was the place where her original tribe had traded her away.
Grabbing the meat they had, the two of them headed for the river.
They ran into a few people from the tribe along the way. Everyone stared with envy at the large piece of meat in Wu Yue's hands.
"Yue, what do you think of this stone?" Qingcao asked, holding up a long, palm-sized rock.
"The shape is right, but it's not sharp enough," Wu Yue said, shaking her head. "We need to find one with a really thin edge. A thin piece of slate would work, too."
The food she'd been eating for the past two days was a sort of wild vegetable dumpling, but it was just mashed-up plants squeezed into a ball. The flavor was completely natural—not bad, per se, but certainly not delicious.p>
"Ah!" Suddenly, a pained cry from Qingcao came from up ahead.
