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Well, that was a flop. He wasn’t going to force feed the seeds to her, though he probably should have. Enito nodded to him, reassuring him as the woman eventually collapsed. Cairo could hear her heart hammering, but that was likely mainly due to the morel toxins. He gave a low, “Eeeeegh…” of concern, and Enito reached out to check under the woman’s eyelids. “Unconscious. Why don’t you go bring down a deer or something. Maybe a beaver… Something more nutritious than a hare. I’ll watch over her. And yell if she needs carried to the pack.”

Cairo nodded quickly, eager to move and work off some of the anxiety with something he knew best. He trotted away while the Mandrill set about getting a fire going nearby, heating the water in the tortoiseshell and starting a tea.

Cairo slid along the shoreline, eyes and ears alert, until he spotted a likely spot where animals seemed to like to come for a drink. He tracked a good spore, and after a burst of activity, brought down a particularly small and inexperienced doe, dragging her back to the fire and working the hide off the carcass. He wouldn’t leave the woman laying unconscious, and if it took too long, he’d see what Paladin could do.

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