K'yohko gingerly set aside his remaining bandages and shifted closer towards K'zhumi so she might better examine his arm. The skin was all but healed at this point, and only the telling blotched tones of his flesh remained of what had been his wound.
"It is different." K'yohko replied quietly, matter of factly. He breathed out heavily, his brow faintly furrowing. He realized that was perhaps the most obvious statement he'd ever made but, his options about their new home were still forming. He couldn't say much else about it yet.
K'iara could have killed her brother, but instead she would kill the beast she was riding on top of. Her ears flicked up, hearing her kin move about behind her. She would need to move for any of their arrows to hit a better spot on the beast. K'iara grasped at the beast's main, digging her fingers into its dirty coat and dragging herself up the beast's thrashing body. But the coat proved not to be as sturdy as she had thought, and it broke in her fingers, sending K'iara tumbling to the ground. With a heavy thud, K'iara knew better than to remain still when she'd hit the floor. She rolled herself away rapidly, getting away from the beast's crushing hooves and scrambling to her feet, axe in hand.
K'luha suppressed a small laugh at the mention of 'Azymea's Will'. Although she suppressed her laughter, she couldn't suppress the smile the crept onto her face as K'ile stepped forward, reaching to take a hand. She in turn, reached forward as well, grasped it loosely to lead him away from the oppressive smell of the salt and meat. If she could have her way, she would have dragged him all the way out to the edge of camp, but leading him to the edge of her tent would be good enough.
K'luha lightly gripped K'ile's hand a bit harder as they stopped walking, narrowing her gaze at the floor before she finally found the strength to look back up at K'ile's eyes.
"K'yohko thinks I should mate with him tonight. He thinks I should try to have another kit. That this one would be different." K'luha tried to hold K'ile's gaze. Her expression seemed both yearning and confused. "I think he might be right that trying once more could be... a good thing." K'luha reached her free hand back to rub at her ears. "But... I'd want it to be yours. Not his. It would... be asking too much... if I asked for something like that tonight, wouldn't it?" K'luha tried to catch his gaze once more. She found it difficult not to run or look away, but at the same time she felt it was important to look at K'ile when she spoke about this.
"It is different." K'yohko replied quietly, matter of factly. He breathed out heavily, his brow faintly furrowing. He realized that was perhaps the most obvious statement he'd ever made but, his options about their new home were still forming. He couldn't say much else about it yet.
K'iara could have killed her brother, but instead she would kill the beast she was riding on top of. Her ears flicked up, hearing her kin move about behind her. She would need to move for any of their arrows to hit a better spot on the beast. K'iara grasped at the beast's main, digging her fingers into its dirty coat and dragging herself up the beast's thrashing body. But the coat proved not to be as sturdy as she had thought, and it broke in her fingers, sending K'iara tumbling to the ground. With a heavy thud, K'iara knew better than to remain still when she'd hit the floor. She rolled herself away rapidly, getting away from the beast's crushing hooves and scrambling to her feet, axe in hand.
K'luha suppressed a small laugh at the mention of 'Azymea's Will'. Although she suppressed her laughter, she couldn't suppress the smile the crept onto her face as K'ile stepped forward, reaching to take a hand. She in turn, reached forward as well, grasped it loosely to lead him away from the oppressive smell of the salt and meat. If she could have her way, she would have dragged him all the way out to the edge of camp, but leading him to the edge of her tent would be good enough.
K'luha lightly gripped K'ile's hand a bit harder as they stopped walking, narrowing her gaze at the floor before she finally found the strength to look back up at K'ile's eyes.
"K'yohko thinks I should mate with him tonight. He thinks I should try to have another kit. That this one would be different." K'luha tried to hold K'ile's gaze. Her expression seemed both yearning and confused. "I think he might be right that trying once more could be... a good thing." K'luha reached her free hand back to rub at her ears. "But... I'd want it to be yours. Not his. It would... be asking too much... if I asked for something like that tonight, wouldn't it?" K'luha tried to catch his gaze once more. She found it difficult not to run or look away, but at the same time she felt it was important to look at K'ile when she spoke about this.
![[Image: urVhoNf.png]](http://i.imgur.com/urVhoNf.png)
