K'zhumi leans forward to examine the arm, feeling and prodding along the now healed edges of the wounds. Finally satisfied with what she sees, she asks Yohko to make some range of motion movements and flex the arm for her. "Does it feel strong? Is there any residual pain?" she asks him.
K'tahjaha is still laying flat on her belly at the top of the hill overlooking the huntresses as they struggle to take down the large, hairy beast. She cringes as K'iara is thrown, but exhales in relief as she scrambles clear of the deadly hooves. Tahj, reaches instinctively for an arrow before frowning and placing it back in her quiver. She is only to observe, and likely very lucky her usually taciturn older sister is allowing her to do that. She sighs and settles back against the ground to watch anxiously.
K'tahjaha is still laying flat on her belly at the top of the hill overlooking the huntresses as they struggle to take down the large, hairy beast. She cringes as K'iara is thrown, but exhales in relief as she scrambles clear of the deadly hooves. Tahj, reaches instinctively for an arrow before frowning and placing it back in her quiver. She is only to observe, and likely very lucky her usually taciturn older sister is allowing her to do that. She sighs and settles back against the ground to watch anxiously.
