Coran let the fire burn good and hot and waited for it to burn down into coals. While he waited he picked up a ceramic bowl in his mouth and trotted over to a nearby stream. Bending his head he scooped water into the bowl and then trotted back to the fire. He set the bowl down then added in the scraps of hide and gave it a good stir. Next he used a deer antler to gently lift the bowl and place it on the coals. Now was time to watch. He set the antler down and settled down near the fire so he could keep an eye on it. He wanted the water to get hot and stay hot but he didn't want it to be boiling. He took a stick and gave the mixture another good stir.
While he worked he noticed the birds fall quiet and that sensation of being watched loomed over him. His last encounter with a lion had put him on alert. The red marks on the side of his face healing but still raw.
Coran rolled suddenly to the side as he saw movement out of the corner of his eye, not caring if he looked like an idiot. He scrambled to his feet, hackles raised, only for his mouth to drop open in surprise. "Ardyn?!" He gaped for a second more before springing toward his brother, tail wagging. "It's so good to see you! How was your journey? Were you successful? Have you seen any of our other siblings?" He couldn't stop the questions from pouring out in a rush.
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