“She is old enough. My cousin is fourteen years old, and she is almost the spitting image of me,” Zookana answered as she put down Octan and headed to the cooling chamber to get breakfast for the dogs, Bankaff, herself, and me.
“I will get our breakfast, guys. You two pack what we need to take on our journey and put my human transplant uniform on the sofa. I will put it on later,” Zookana said in a hoarse voice as she walked into the cooling chamber.
“Zookana sounds like she is getting sick,” I whispered to Bankaff as he and I began to pack our weapons and food supplies.
“I heard her voice; it does seem she might be getting sick,” Bankaff replied, grunting while picking up a heavy box full of food and drink for our journey.
“You two do not need to whisper, because I have superb hearing
