Thumbs Up?

Navira trotted confidently along beside Ipidi'hu, completely at ease still with the fact that she had taken this canna into the clan. Sure, others had balked, but the former askabi was an asset to the Why'os in her opinion. He could hunt. He was strong. He had sworn his loyalty to the clan in trade for leaving Ah'mir. Why'os needed bodies...especially now that they were down an entire handful of cadets. Now that Tavi'elu was missing.

Navira suppressed a sigh and shoved those ever-depressing thoughts out of her head as the two dogs pushed their way through the forest together. She had invited this dog out to hunt with her, not stew in her own guilty feelings.

"So." She said, striking up casual conversation with the shepherd while pushing her speckled nose into a clump of ferns in search of lout-scent. She came away with nothing but a huff of frustration. Forest hunting had always been hard for the chief. After all, this great swath of trees was still fairly new to her...not too long ago, there had been a paved town where she stood. "How's life been as Ipidi'hu of the Why'os these past few blinks? I hope everyone's still treating you better than Ah'mir did."