The Kaiila Known as Kai

I stopped at the first wagons before going out to the stream. The few moments respite from the work was welcome and I had been drawn to a few there that lightened the monotony of the day to day.

Today the aroma of blackwine was a torture. I am not wealthy enough to drink the stuff. The few occasions it has come my way though have given me an addiction for it. Mai was there at the fires drinking some. If I stared at her I hope she did not take it as an offense. Damn the stuff smelled good. The new slave isis was there beating furs and raven was around and brought water for me and offered to for my new kaiila.

Speaking of my new kaiila, he is a blood red beast. His left fang has been broken and it is jagged and gives him a malevolent sneer. The scar that runs down across his left eye does not help. The eye was not damaged fortunately. He is big. The biggest kaiila I have seen in a while. All raw power and we sometimes get into arguments about who is in control but I usually win. Usually.

I have named him Kaiila. There really wasn't anything else I could call him. He is just the epitome of ... kaiila. He ... is. I will probably shorten it to Kai though, less syllables to yell. He is intelligent for a beast. With him and Ahamay I do not feel quite as alone.