An Elephant Never Forgets

Mitros noticed the woman's grip had slacked on the hide, and nudged her paw to alert her to it before it somehow probably ruined the kinkajou's efforts. To her question, he nodded helpfully. "Yep! They live somewhere south-ish, by a big boat. Mostly they just party, raid, relax and drink their alcohol, I guess. It sounds like an interesting lifestyle, I think, but it's not for me." The stranger was easy to talk to, and Mitros was emboldened and gleeful with his first successful hunt. Taking down an elephant was beyond the pup's wildest dreams. "I'm destined for bigger things, great-granddad says I have to earn my true name, and my mom told me all about how awesome our bloodline was before she passed away. Whatever is in store for me, it can't be endless parties and beating people up just because I can. And I snuck a sip of alcohol when I was littler and it tasted gross."