Dragoncrest Cliffs the heart and the hurricane

Distracted in his duty, he does not note Eske’s approach until she speaks. His fur bristles and he jerks to attention, smoothing his coat rather quickly when he realizes his present company. “Cheka,” he greets with a swift move of his tail. He is not better she holds such a rank but the nag that he is older and more experienced lingers in the back of his mind. Uncertain where it has all come from, he sets aside the newfound feeling to focus on the task at hand. She has offered her help and he is in no position to say no, unable to set everything aside to fix the problem.
 
“This is the third ruined cache,” he explains with a shrug of his shoulder. “I’ve cleared the first two from the spoils and was able to get rid of this one.” He clears his throat and steps around to the other side for a better grasp. They’d eventually have to hunt and refill but the waterlogged forest floor does not benefit them and until they find dryer ground to renew their supply, he’s content to free the tainted meat. The last thing they need is one of the goufas to eat the wrong thing and wind up ill.