Smoken Not Stirred [Cairo]

Cai moved slowly, nose on the ground as he tracked slowly the plains, hot on a hare trail. It took him several hours of careful progress before he found the warren hole. He frowned as he gazed into it, then huffed and marked the location in his mind before he trotted away, pondering easier ways to catch bunnies.

He spotted Domari eventually and grinned, tail flagging high and waving happily as he approached, head cocking as he studied the skinning his recent hunting partner was working on. “Hi, Domari, need any help?”

He glanced over the fire with interest as he added, “Going to smoke the meat?” He was familiar with the process, though he hadn’t actually done it himself, just watched.

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