
That girl was... hopeless. He couldn't remember K'lyhri being like that. For Azyema's sake, they raised chocobo. How could... K'yohko rubbed faintly at his temples. He required time to think on things. Some peace and quiet would be able to clear his mind. His anger at K'ile was all but washed out with the new tidal wave of events. But the task of informing the rest of the tribe still lingered on the tip of his mind. That was the most important, next to getting K'hai back safely and returning with the drakes to serve as food.
Yohko allowed K'lyrhi to load the injured K'hai onto her equally hopeless chocobo. He tamed his face into a neutral expression and stepped forward to survey the land. The scent of his own blood filled his nose and blinded him to the scents of the desert. It was as if walking blind through hostile territory, but his feet new the way home even when his nose did not.
Purple ears twitched in the direction of home, and he looked back to see his Courel stalking up slowly behind him.
"We shouldn't waste time." He said briefly in K'lyrhi's direction before starting down the slope of the sand dunes. It would be a difficult walk back, but they would be back within the hour before the setting of the sun.
Yohko allowed K'lyrhi to load the injured K'hai onto her equally hopeless chocobo. He tamed his face into a neutral expression and stepped forward to survey the land. The scent of his own blood filled his nose and blinded him to the scents of the desert. It was as if walking blind through hostile territory, but his feet new the way home even when his nose did not.
Purple ears twitched in the direction of home, and he looked back to see his Courel stalking up slowly behind him.
"We shouldn't waste time." He said briefly in K'lyrhi's direction before starting down the slope of the sand dunes. It would be a difficult walk back, but they would be back within the hour before the setting of the sun.