45. Cade
Cade
Kaya was like a kid on Christmas. She loaded up on so much stuff. She needed to learn how to use most of the bows as they were nothing like the ones she was used to using. It was the same story with the fishing gear. They had an indoor archery range, which she practiced on. She explained bows were used for birds. At least where she came from, they were. They hunted bigger game as wolves. The guns she had stayed clear of. But the knives. This is where we spent the most time.
She insisted I get some, too. "You are an Alpha; you should hunt; it will be good for the pack, so you need something to cut up the game with." I indulged her. The store must have been happy we had dropped a ridiculous amount of money there. The money was nothing compared to the enormous smile that plastered her face. "Cade, that was amazing." She said over the mind link.
"Well, we are not done yet." "What is next?" "We are going to have lunch, then go to the zoo." "The zoo, what is that." "It is a place to learn about animals all over the world. They have a bunch to look at." "Do we eat them?" I burst out laughing. "No, it is not a place to eat exotic animals, but look at them. You never have been, and I thought you might want to see a giraffe or elephant. Maybe a huge snake that could eat you if they wanted to." "I have never seen a snake. We don't have them in the Artic." "We have them here. Not so much this time of year, but in the summer, they come out and bake in the sun."
We had lunch where Kaya had ordered a rare steak and a side of sliced apples. I had to tell her they had them on the menu, and they were fruit, which, after our experiment at the grocery store, she now knew she loved and wanted to try every fruit out there. "So, Kaya, what is your favorite color?" She blushed. "Green." "Why are you blushing?" "I used to like soft pink like the sunrise on the snow, but now I like the color of your eyes." I smiled. She was so sweet. Well, it is good to know soft pinks and greens.
"What is your favorite color?" "I like blue, not light blue, but dark blue like a dark ocean." "Blue is a nice color. Okay, what is your favorite thing to eat." I smiled. I didn't mind the link but signed "You." Her tan face was now a bright red. We went back and forth over our food, learning about each other. The only additional time we had done this was when we completed our mate bond, but that was mostly about our families and daily activities.
This conversation was more about things we liked and hated. I told her a lot about music, which she wished she could hear. I would do some research about deaf people and music. She could feel vibrations, so maybe if the music was loud or she had headphones, she could feel it. I was determined to find a way for her to feel the power of music. I realized how she grew up; she did not get to experience a lot because she was so busy surviving.
Her simple joys were watching the sunrise and sunset. Smoking Sheesh in the evening with her friends and family, taking a nice steam bath. The victory in being the killing blow to an animal and getting the honor of eating the heart. I liked that about her, though. Everything for her was new and exciting. I finished off my burger, and we headed to the zoo.
I didn't know why I thought this might be fun, but I knew she would never have been, and everyone should visit a zoo. We walked around, and she barely spoke. She read all about the animals on the little signs. "You know it is horrible to keep them locked up like this. They should be living in the wild." "Most animals at zoos help raise money for people to donate to save these animals; they are also here to educate people." I mind-linked her. She nodded.
When we got to the retail building, she was terrified. She definitely did not like snakes. "We have these beastly things here?" "Well, not all of them; the only ones that are actually dangerous that live here are the rattlesnakes." She stood there and read about it, and she shuddered. "I hate them." She said over the link. The insects and spiders got the same reaction. They creeped her out.
"We have them in the Artic, but I have always hated them. They are so tiny and live off blood; I don't like them." She blinked as she looked at a spider. "What is your favorite animal?" "You are, of course." She linked, smiling at me. "I meant here?" "Oh, I liked the Gorillas." "And why is that?" "The sign said they can learn sign language, and it occurred to me that I could communicate with them. It also means they are the smartest animal in here." I nodded.
She had a point. "What about you? What is your favorite animal at the zoo." "I don't have a favorite. I like to think they are all equal." "Even the enormous" snake that could swallow you whole?" "Yes, even that one." She made a face of disgust. Okay, so she really hated snakes. Good to know. We got back on the road. "I had such a good time today, Cade; thank you."
"Oh, little mate, the day is not over until midnight." "I know that." "Yes, so I was thinking we go hunt and run as wolves for dinner. You are healed up nicely, and I know the doctor wanted you to wait another week, but you seem to not care about what he says at all, so what do you think, or do you prefer to go back to the packhouse and eat there?" She mind-linked me. "So where are we hunting? We can't in a city."
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