There were rules here, a way that things went. Every child born knew the rules from their swaddling. The rules never changed.
1. Finders = keepers.
2. If more than one find it together, it’s divided equally.
3. No hunting until you are sixteen.
4. No stealing! Stealing is the worst sin of all. It could get you killed.
This was how it had always been done and how it would always be done. Learning patience, cunning, and all the necessary skills for hunting took time and practice. But, eventually, you would get to be out there, hunting for your own. You ate what you caught. You kept what you found. You lived each day until you died.