Mates, part 6.

A STORMY NIGHT

"It smells great!" Sasha says as she watches Occisor throw the seasonings into the pot. "What's today's meat?"

"Moose."

Happiness seems to overflow from the young girl's little body. For two days, Occisor has been more susceptible to interactions with his mate and even though it's only a few words, only at dinner time, for Sasha, it already makes a total difference. The feeling of loneliness diminished two percent.

"Go take the plates," he says without looking at her, eyes focused on the meat he's preparing.

Occisor likes to prep the meat with a mix of spices, chopped onion, pepper, cilantro, garlic and salt. Both the smell and the taste leave him with his mouth salivating. And during that week, Occisor realized that his mate likes the way he prepares the meat too. Which, in his opinion, made everything simpler, since he would refuse to prepare two kinds of meat.

"One day will you teach me how to do this?" Sasha asks as she approaches the stove and inhales the smell a l