I don't know. My foster parents aren't hunters, they're too old to hunt anyway. And I never knew my birth parents. I'm forbidden to know them. It's tradition, because I'm a Sacrifice.

[He watched it all, from the direction of the cut to the red seeping into the snow. As much as he tried to look unfazed by the gore, his nose wrinkled.]

I guess that's why no one taught me.