Their father, Ruskir, sat in the corner of the room, sharpening his claws with a rusty hunting knife. “You here for more food to wager?” Zoke asked, letting his contempt come out in his tone. “That depends. What’s in the bag?” Ruskir answered, keeping one eye on his knife. “Nothing for you. I’m leaving with Vithos tomorrow, and this is needed for the trip. We’re looking for the hidden Slugari.” “Good. Maybe you’ll actually do well for the tribe and find them.” Zoke ignored that. “Will you be here with Zeti tomorrow? I can’t, and she needs someone.” Zeti grunted to sit up. “I don’t need anyone.” She carefully placed her feet on the ground and shifted her weight from the bed. She teetered and winced but bent her knees to keep her balance. Like most female Krepps, she wore tough leather pants as well as a short leather shirt that came around her shoulders and cut off at her stomach. There wasn’t much underneath it that needed covering, but that was likely to change in the coming months after her shedding.
