[the_matrix_walker]

'I guess...' Peter thinks, a little disheartened he had to smash the critter with a rock. He has somewhat less compunctions about hunting than many kids his age, but the personal nature of smashing a living thing with a rock was somewhat more disturbing than hunting with his father and bow or a rifle.

Peter takes a stick and pushes it down the creature's windpipe and then rests the stick on his shoulder and starts looking for another animal to hunt.

'How many do you think I'll need?'