Giant Paw-Prints to Fill

Cairo’s head cocked as the dark woman introduced herself, nodding as she mentioned her brother. Now that he thought of it, he remembered something of a Paladin coming to ply herbs to him. Mostly he remembered the bitter herbs and having to swallow them all. But there’d been honey.

His features broke into a slightly cautious smile as she quipped about the rank names—now that she mentioned it, it was pretty funny. At her question he smiled more readily, nodding.

“I want to be as good as my great, great grandfather, And as Mama, and her mama… But I’ve been sick a lot, so…” His enthusiasm dampened and he shuffled a paw as he finished, “I haven’t gotten to practice a lot. Mama did hold a lesson for us, though.”

At her remark about their being about old enough to have mentors, he frowned slightly, then tilted his head. “I haven’t met many of the others yet. Mama’s a good teacher, though.”