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[Ian] After activities were done, I studied my plan while the kids all parked in different places around the living room with their own homework. Some were doing schoolwork, others were working on crafts, so they wouldn’t disturb everyone else. Fern glanced at me repeatedly as she held the yarn for her brother. He was making hats and scarves he would give to the schools when they did their warm clothes drive. I knew she wanted to talk about the hunter I met last night, but we didn’t want to scare the children. They weren’t old enough to understand that I was a hunter to support us and keep us safe. They knew I went on trips and that I was a warrior. Everything I’d learned in training when I was young, I taught to the kids. When I was away, Fern ran training in the evening. The neighbors