After leaving K'yohko and that very strange conversation behind, K'ile found his way back to the center of camp mostly by scent. His brow was furrowed and his eyes were on the ground in front of him as he walked, trying not to over-ponder the very strange but relatively unsurprising conversation he'd had with K'luha. The woman's desires made sense. She had been a mother for a very long time, after all. A new child would grow up without the turmoil of the Calamity. K'tahjha would be a positive influence, a close sister.
K'yohko would stay away from K'ile's children.
When the smell of cooking meat and salt became too much to think through, K'ile lifted his face and walked the last few meters toward the tent. He sniffed for the stink of charred meat or burning fur in case K'li had actually managed to set himself on fire. As K'ile pushed into the tent, he huffed, "Okay, that took longer than I thought. Hope you haven't been lazy in here."
K'yohko would stay away from K'ile's children.
When the smell of cooking meat and salt became too much to think through, K'ile lifted his face and walked the last few meters toward the tent. He sniffed for the stink of charred meat or burning fur in case K'li had actually managed to set himself on fire. As K'ile pushed into the tent, he huffed, "Okay, that took longer than I thought. Hope you haven't been lazy in here."
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