Panther Park windbloom

She knows that voice just as well as she knows her own, and those of her sisters. Kaelan’s head perks, her eyes going wide and round. 

Her greeting was a formal Ajaw! followed by a series of informal sneezes and clicking teeth. It was good to see her ajaw again, the one she followed so religiously. But she had reached her quota for informality for the day, so she stood by and watched them draw closer.

There was a cat here. Gone now, and it did not leave any meat to take. She indicated to the carcass behind her, all curving ribs and strings of sinew.