Smoken Not Stirred [Cairo]

His tail thumped the ground as Domari took in the news about the fire and thanked him. He took on a pensive expression as he asked what the illness was that Nolan’s mother had. “I don’t know for sure. But she’s elderly, a little younger than Regulus. So.. it can’t be one that has a good chance of recovery, although I really hope she finds a miracle and fights it off…”

Of course, he knew from personal experience that sometimes, there was no recovery. No chance to come back from the illness. As Domari worked to remove the rest of the hide from the deer, Cairo grabbed hold here and there to steady the carcass and make the last bit of skinning easier before returning to gather more fresh strips of meat, laying them out on more stones and salivating a little at the smell filling the air. Maybe he could track down those rabbits later.

He grinned at Domari’s suggestion of gifting the aging wolf the hide, nodding. “I think she would. Her name’s Baine. Maybe you knew her?”

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