Tavwots
And with the Arrow-Maker's own luck!
Choco
So far as the quarry goes.
Chief
But not for the hunters—?
Choco
(To him.) Send the younger men away. I have a word for you.
Chief
You, Fleet-Foot, Yavi, all of you—carry the game to the women and help them dress it for the feast. (The young men take up the game and go out, leaving Choco, Tavwots, and the Old Men with the Chief.) Let us hear your word, Choco.