It was warming up after that strange cold spell and he decided that the next day he would break camp from his place in Tale, despite looking high and low he had failed to capture a Scorra. Well besides the one he suspected that his janarim ate anyway. Aw well, when he did manage to get one he would make sure the janarim knew that it was not food. Wild ones that were not his familiars were of course fair game but it was one of the species he was interested in and oddly one that the ranch did have many of yet. They were a beautiful large bird and he thought that they would make lovely companions. Peaceful but large and can take care of themselves...well mostly. He shook his head at the big predator who had bonded with him, then he gave him a good pet for good measure.

They spent a pleasant day adventuring around their camp and then it was time for night time activities. The janarim came back from his hunt and Syaa was prepared to wow him with ghost stories while he cooked. It was a great time. He loved camping, at least now that it was warmer.

He regaled the janarim with the best tales collected from the ranch, none of which the large critter had heard before. He seemed to listen which was enough for Syaa. He was working on his story craft as he found of all the things he didn't mind being the center of attention if he was telling a story. There was something special and beautiful about it and he wanted to build that up in himself so that it may be of more use to others not just his semi spellbound janarim friend. After all what was a story without an audience. He supposed there were some stories like books that were for individual consumption.

But it was way more fun with a crowd. He stayed up late, savoring the gentle company and the crackle of the yellow flames that fought back the night of Tale. It smelled incredible here, even at nighttime and wistfully he thought he would miss that. Matori had its own olfactory essence which he adored and so did Jauhar. Oba smelled dry.

He slept late, his companion had gone off to hunt by the time he emerged from the tent. He nearly tripped on something wrapped in leaves and vines just outside the door, it was oddly...round. He looked around, quite confused. So far as he had known he had been the only one out here. He scratched his head and then bent down to examine the er..gift? It was heavy.

"Hello?" He called out on the off chance that the gift giver was around but the only thing that approached was his janarim. He held the parcel out to him.
"What do you think? Should we open it?" He didn't think it would be anything malicious, with him asleep in the tent it would have been just as easy to accost him there if that had been the goal.

The janarim sniffed at it as requested and then nuzzled his arm with approval.
"Well if you say so."
He stoked the fire, started the coffee and unwrapped the bundle. It was well padded with leaves and what he revealed stunned him.
A large bird egg, the largest he had ever seen, it could only be one thing with that thick shell. A scorra egg. He sat stunned at his good fortune. Perhaps whoever had been watching him had seen him hunt for Scorra, he had mentioned it to the janarim in camp and he had probably been overheard.

"Well I'll be."

He stood holding the precious egg to his chest and called out.
"Thank you! I'll look after it!"

This certainly changed things, he had to get this egg back to the ranch and incubating, for now he would pack a bag with coals and sand, putting the sand between the egg and the ambient heat, it would keep it content he hoped until he could get it to the infinite beast taming resources that he could call upon once he was home.

Ny's brothers or father should have some tips on them, he hoped or at least know someone who did, as scorra were not really their specialty.

"No omelettes today my lad, wouldn't want to upset the little one here." He laughed.

"I hope hunting went well, its time to pack up and head home. There are more janarim there than you would think, I fear not you will be lonely."

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