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Dawali tasted the word "cook" in his mind, knowing its meaning but amazed by it. He'd met such "cooks" before, but he had no idea what "cuisine" was. Cooks both fascinated an confused him, though, and while he could understand some sides of it, such as making breads and boiling roots and other vegetables until they were edible, he never did understand why someone would do anything to meat, other than prepare it for long-time storing. The Chief had never met anyone whose favorite dish wasn't raw meat, so it was certainly a foreign thing to him. Despite his extreme lack of knowledge about everything the male said, he nodded, and soon another question had exited his mouth. "And what of more everyday tasks, such as patrolling and hunting? Would you be able to perform such tasks?" With the skills that Kafka mentioned being unknown to him, the red wolf male had to ask something else to ensure that this one didn't become a liability to the tribe. He looked very able, but confirmation from the newcomer's own mouth soothed his worries like nothing else; then, at least, he would have their word for their willingness to do something. Something he knew what was.
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