Smoken Not Stirred [Cairo]

Dómari flipped the brain out onto the hide, pausing as he stared at it for a moment and he sighed before slamming one of his paws down into it. "Yea… I've really missed a lot haven't I?" He started working his paws in a loose circular motion, scrubbing more here and there as he started in the center and worked his way outwards. If he ran out of brains by the time he got to the edges the edges could be trimmed but if he ran out by the time he got to the center well… he'd have a poncho. So either way, a win!

Finishing with the hide Dómari sat down and looked to Cairo for a moment. "Ah… I'm sorry, about your mom." So many wolves losing their mothers. He didn't like it. It made him heartsick for his own even though she'd probably smack him upside the head. "Well, I think we're good here. Thanks for your help!"