K'ile ducked away from K'yohko's hand, and even just that motion hurt. "I'm nto going to go crawling into your tent like a woman who's had too much to drink. Leave me alone, will you?" He turned to start towards tent the K'yohko had indicated earlier. K'ile sniffed at the air, narrowing his gaze. he couldn't see much, but he could smell K'luha and K'tahja moving together, and he could almost make out their voices. So he began to follow that smell, though he had some difficulty distinguishing it from everything else assaulting his senses. Once he'd gone a few steps, he decided that he wasn't that far behind and called out, "K'lu-! Ow." He cringed, the volume of his own shout hurting his ears.
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