The next day, Joko went with food and water to feed Miao and found the ropes limp on the ground. He roared in frustration and threw the bowl of water to the ground. Wefa came running, frantic to tell him that Noi and Noia were gone. They embraced in the clearing, holding each other, fearing that Miao had escaped and taken their children as punishment.
At that moment, the pair of children emerged from the brush, hair wild and full of twigs, fresh blood on their faces. Wefa ran to embrace her children, and Joko stood still in shock.
“Where have you been, my children? And where is Miao?”
“We freed her, father. And in her gratitude, she taught us to hunt.” Noia lifted a bloody corpse she had been dragging, and her mother’s eyes widened. ​
Over the next several months, Miao taught the two children to hunt, and they fed their village until Miao said she had taught them all she knew and it was their turn to become the teachers. They returned to their tribe, which had set up a more permanent location in the clearing where Miao had first been trapped. The men of the tribe wanted to be taught to hunt, but Noi and Noia refused, saying that only kittens could learn. So they set about teaching the young children of the village how to hunt at night, and in the morning, their parents woke to find the spoils of their hunt on their front doorsteps.