“Victor did an excellent job leading and carrying our supplies back home. Though, to be fair, I never had to work as hard as I did for these fish. The smoky smell of the filets stirred up good memories of fishing with my dad and then cooking our catch with my mom. “Sheela’s the fisherwoman, and I’m just the delivery boy,” I said as I bumped elbows with my feline warrior friend. “These fish look delicious,” Galmine remarked as she poked them with the wooden spoon. When Sheela mentioned the volcano, I hoped our gray-skinned friend would volunteer her experience there, but she never took her eyes off the sizzling meat. Trel remained behind her curtain, but Galmine tended to the fish while we filled her in. Galmine and Trel needed to know where we were in case we didn’t come back the next time. Sheela told the others about our journey, including our stop near the volcano, our time in the lake, and the frantic run home. I’d just have to check that they were still grazing peacefully outside our cave every few minutes. I only allowed myself to relax when I figured out the trikes were our early warning system. The carnivorous predator Sheela and I evaded was still out there, and I was convinced it was coming for us. Galmine was cooking our fish before I could breathe and speak normally. I let Sheela sit down first to be polite, but then I collapsed in a heap next to her. After I set down the pots of clay and water, I gave the string of fish to Galmine. Sheela and I walked into the cave weary but victorious.
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