Vurok's brother. Torak. One of the tribe's elite hunters.
"Torak scolded him?" Sol guessed.
"Publicly," Taru confirmed. "Scolded him in front of everyone for 'shaming the family' by hoarding meat and getting beaten by a... well, by you. He ordered Vurok to stand down."
Taru hesitated, biting his lip. "But don't be fooled, Sol. It's all fake. I've heard the rumors about Torak. He's even pettier than Vurok, he just cares about his image. He won't let this slide. He just stopped Vurok because it looks bad to attack you right after the distribution scandal. He's waiting for the heat to die down."
Taru gripped Sol's arm. "No one knows what these bastards are up to. They only flex their power on common people like us. If they are so powerful, they should go hunt more, not terrorize the village. Just... watch your back, okay?"
Sol looked at Taru's worried face and nodded dismissively.
"Don't worry, Taru. I'll be fine."
