He’d said nothing. There were no words he wished to share. Nothing. The Tia, with his broken pride and his broken lance still tied to his back, had kept a serious expression glued to his face all the time, coloured by his own private annoyance. His thoughts should be clear even if he didn’t share them, or at least some of them would be; other ones, born from the life changing experience he’d just gone through, would still remain obscure for the huntress.
He walked to their fallen prey as K’nahli spoke of the incoming rain, drawing a knife with his right and leaning down to start cutting – perhaps a bit more fiercely than what was necessary – the meat they’d use for dinner. She was clearly trying to sound and act softer than the usual, moved by some sort of stupid pity that K’rahto certainly didn’t need. That was right… He didn’t need that. Any of that. It was becoming clearer with every passing second, every word she pronounced in forced friendliness.
“We’ll find shelter,†was all he replied as he worked, not bothering to look at her.
[…]
A hunter is a hunter, no matter how unknown the land. Finding a cave didn’t take them too long. It was a very small space, but it’d suffice to shelter them from the rain as they had dinner. Once settled, the crisp voice of the bonfire was the only sound that seemed to reign between them, for K’rahto was still unwilling to give his partner any sort of useless conversation. He ate his meat with cold eyes lost in the rain outside, consumed by his own thoughts. Still no words he’d wish to share.
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Clover Blake (Hyur) /Â K'mih Yohko (Miqo'te)
