Kira's breath hitched. The name seemed to catch in her throat, something she didn't want to be let out. She tried to swallow, her throat working visibly, but the grief was already clawing its way up.
"H-he... his name was Korg," she whispered. Her voice trembled, the control she had been fighting so hard to maintain beginning to fray at the edges. "He was a Pillar of the Veynar. One of the most powerful warriors in the tribe. He... he was the one who taught me how to track my first feline spirit. He was like a brother to half the tribe. Everyone... everyone respected him."
She stopped, her eyes unfocusing as memories flooded her. She probably saw him laughing by a communal fire, or showing her the proper way to sharpen a bone dagger, or standing tall against a previous breach.
