Smoken Not Stirred [Cairo]

Cairo finished laying strips of meat out and studied the hide Domari was now scraping, watching closely before carefully leaning to help from the other end. He’d watched the primates work a hide, and often rather envied the creatures for their nimble hands and dexterous fingers. And Kayode said that humans had possessed even more dexterity. It was a wonder that species had vanished with such traits.

He nodded as Domari recollected Baine’s origin, adding, “She’s Regulus’ younger sister. Apparently he’s got two more younger sisters out there, too, Laisren’s age.”

At Domari’s question, Cairo paused, peeling a bit of flesh from the hide as he thought. “He’s a bit better. Aurielle’s mother was clinging as long as she could, but she never truly recovered from being taken by the slavers when Aurielle was a pup. She died this Spring. I think Regulus has more experience with loss like this. Aurielle… She tries to be strong, but I don’t think she knows how to grieve.”

He paused again, wondering whether he’d given away too much, but in the long run, Valhalla was family. What happened to one of them happened to all of them, or it should.

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