Morning Reports [Domari]

It was high time to have a chat with Domari. As Dauntless Butcher, he was the highest-ranking hunter aside from Red now. He was in charge of holding pack hunts, assessing newcomers for the hunt circle, and overall awareness of the herds and prey animals in Valhalla’s lands.

She’d warned him ahead of time when they’d crossed paths during patrol last night, and now she lay stretched out on a bison hide in the main chamber, a sort of audience chamber, though highly informal. Naps were common place these days, though she worked hard to keep up with patrols and training, if more carefully.

Several heated stones in a tortoise shell warmed the main chamber, though Ime, Kayode, and Ayodele had added a drape for the main cave entrance to hold the heat in, especially at night. Paw-steps outside alerted her of Domari’s arrival late in the morning, and she looked up from the script she was practicing on a pig-skin. Writing with wolf paws was difficult, but it was entertaining, even if her white fur was stained with berry ink.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think