The call of an enraged or terrified mother travels far and one of the huntresses who had only just left the camp turned right around to see what the commotion was this time. K'latolo made no effort to stay hidden as she searched for the group with one of the few lances she'd taken along acting as a walking stick. The soft taps and scrapes were music to her ears and a clear warning to any stinging creatures that may be hiding in little holes.
"What happened this time? Another game? Something broken?" She sighs and shakes her head, remembering her own daughter and the stress of trying to keep her from getting hurt or killed. "Children... It's a wonder any of us make it to adulthood..."
She spots the group at last and picks up the pace to save the poor Tia, unless he was somehow responsible for upsetting the mother. Her long, springy legs get her there without breaking a sweat and she slams the butt of the spear against the ground, putting on a mask of as much authority as she can muster. She was by no means an elder of the tribe, but the look alone could snap everybody out of a bad mood if they weren't expecting it.
"What's going on here. Why the shouting?"
