Kelvics were definitely the type of people Kavala could relate too.
Kavala grinned at their prize and eyed it appreciatively. "I'm glad you brought back a gazelle - a whole one Dyrid... We're about to have to feed two extra mouths tonight. I hope you don't mind giving it up so quickly." Kavala would have asked him to skin and clean it so they could carve out the backstrap and create some quick steaks, but she had a hard fast rule against hunters being asked to further their workload by prepping food. Hunters hunted, whomever cooked needed to do the job. And she'd cook.
Kavala would take care of it.
"How about putting it over the rail next to the forge? I'll skin it and gut it there, then use the backstrap for tonight's meal if that is alright with you?" She said, then gave a quick introduction. "Kail, this is Flick and Dyrid. Flick's a fennec and Dyrid is a very oversized tiger. If you see them wandering about in their natural forms, don't sweat it. Taith, you already know Flick, but this is Dyrid." She introduced them quickly with pride in her voice at who they were. "They are resident kelvics here, so if you need any help or can't find something just ask one of them... they'd be glad to help." Kavala added, knowing it was true.
The Konti always asked the kelvics if their work could be used to feed the others. She never assumed anything, because whatever they brought home in the end was theirs. Freedom and choice was too important to the Konti to assume otherwise and take advantage of them. They weren't here as hunters to provide meat for the facilities employees. They were here to rest, relax, and recover.
As Hatot approached and greeted the Eth, Kavala smiled at him, watching his features closely. Yes, it was Hatot this time. The konti had a strange pension for introducing him as whomever was foremost personality wise rather than picking one over the other. Since her sister always claimed she had no sense of humor, she'd tried to remedy that in whatever capacity she could - normally ' by trying to give Radris back as good as he dished it out. Sure, she was an abysmal failure at it... the darker half of Hatot's duo normally driving her to a deep blush and words that stammered off into silence as whatever he said in retaliation to her attempt at humor sunk in and shock ensued. It was a constant battle she almost always lost too. But still, she enjoyed it, and the darker half for he was always above everything honest - a trait she appreciated.
"Kail, this is Hatot. Hatot, this is Kail... Taith's...." The Konti paused, tilted her head, noted the protective stance and smiled. "... friend." Her words and pause spoke volumes though. More than friend. More than companion. Love. Kavala smiled, glad for the other Konti. She had nothing but a deep affection for Taith in her heart and knew the man would make someone an excellent mate. Her introduction of Hatot, however, was less decisive. They didn't have a clear cut relationship, though it was obvious that they were 'together' somehow. However, Kail could hear the intentions in Kavala's voice and knew exactly where the Konti wanted it to go - deeper. Regardless of whether it was there yet or not.
And then a third Konti put in an appearance. This one looked almost identical to Kavala to the casual eye. However, there was an ease about the way she carried her Katana and a glint of humor in her eye that the shy more reserved healer simply didn't have. Akela was gorgeous. Her body was toned and hard and curved in all the right places. She wore pride and confidence like some people wore clothing. And she oozed sex appeal. Kavala hated that about her sister, because more often than naught it embarrassed her. Sometimes she felt invisible next to her sister in crowds. Akela had the ability to mirror - she became what everyone wanted. If a party was dull, her sister could walk in and light it up. If a card game was growing stale, Akela tossing in a coin to the pot and joining the hand always made for instant fun. People wanted her. In fact, in certain places they'd pay top dollar for her. Akela bore Nikali's mark - the Ranuri - and it showed. The Ranuri required Akela to always serve someone... to be someone's slave. It was Kavala's secret shame that currently Akela was her own. There was nothing untowards about it. But in serving Kavala, Akela was free to not have to feel compelled to please EVERYONE in the room, who looked at her, who thought about her, who desired her. It was a protective measure, but one her sister still felt a little bit uncomfortable with.
Akela knew all Kavala's secrets - even the really dark things. She sensed them when Kavala was too buried in the past or openly letting her inner wounds bleed. The Konti should have been grateful in a way though, for Akela was truly a blessing.
"Shall we move to the Veranda where we can talk?" Kavala said, hefting up the basket of vegetables and fruits, still leaning on her hoe. "I can offer some food and we can light the fire as it gets dark." Taith would change soon, she knew, and Kavala figured he'd prefer to be away from prying eyes.
