Smoken Not Stirred [Cairo]

Dómari nodded solemnly. He also hoped the woman would recover but he knew that there was little anyone could do about growing older. With the hide free Dómari started to get to work on tanning. The first thing he needed to do was finish scrapping off the remaining gunk. He seized the shoulder blade of a previous kill that he was using as a scrapper and padded over to the hide. He placed his front paws on the hide to help hold it in place while he bent his head to use the scapula to scrape off the remaining bits. For some areas he simply set the scraper down and used his tongue. He paused for a moment at the name.

"Ah, I see. I didn't know her well but if I'm not mistaken she was a member of the pack when I was first here." It had been ages though and some times his memories got all jumbled up. "How is Regulus doing by the way?"