Mentor-Mentee

She stared at the pile of white fur that was gradually growing taller as Ayodele dragged a jaw-bone comb through her fur, digging as deep as a lemur could do to assuage the constant itching that had risen in the last week or so. The comb itself was from a small predatory animal, a coyote, most likely, and the sharp edges helped, but the fur loss was worrying the Spirit.

Paladin had checked her. His companions had checked her. The only thing they could find was that her skin was a little red, but there was no scaling or flaking as though she had some sort of mange or parasitic infection. But the itching persisted.

And, so did the hair loss. She’d taken a good dig through the large chest she’d battled with all the way from the Bifrost, and found several items that she intended to turn into some form of coverage for her rather alarmingly thinned coat. If it didn’t grow back by autumn, she was in for a hellishly cold winter, and Summer had already been unusually cool.

The only thing that wasn’t coming out was her mane and her tail’s longer hair. Her legs hadn’t started itching yet, thankfully, and the fur remained firmly rooted.

Another pile of fur dropped onto the mound, and she blew out a sigh. Then paw-steps drew her eyes to the cave mouth. Cairo popped into the main chamber and she smiled gently at the boy as she remembered that she’d scheduled a training session with him. “Cai. Ready to begin?”

She pulled away from the combing, drawing a tch from the lemur, and moved to the center of the chamber, stretching as she went to get the stiffness out of her limbs—she’d been sat there for a while.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think