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Well. K'ile was an idiot, but at least he was a dexterous idiot. With a surprising amount of dexterity, K'yohko watched the older Tia stab arrows across the might beast only to gracefully remove himself from being crushed as it fell.Â
K'yohko lowered his bow and carefully slung it around his torso. That had ended better than expected. K'nahli, K'mih, and even K'ile were all alright. He was satisfied with this. Not to mention the dead worm. It would make a good meal for the next few nights. All sorts of things could be made from the beast's carcass, and the prospects of a bit of ease to the tribe gave him a quiet happiness. Of course, he would have to have some of the others help him pull it apart and take it back to camp. But that shouldn't be such a difficult thing to get help with. Even the young kits could help with that.Â
Silent violent eyes glance towards the young pink-haired miq'ote as she spoke. K'mih was always so timid, he was not surprised that she stammered or had fallen to begin with. She somehow seemed more nervous than usual today though. K'yohko wondered if it had something to do with the interruption of their... gathering. Although, running was not something he usually saw her do. At least not from himself or especially not K'nahli. He wondered what it was that scared her away. K'yohko decided to speak with her at a later time. Perhaps learn some of those fears she was harboring to run like that.Â
His gaze moved next to his elder daughter as she moved to give chase, only to remain still. Strange. Normally K'nahli would give chase to the ends of the earth for her beloved sister. Why was it that she did not do so this day?Â
K'yohko tried to appraise what it was she was thinking. He could see worry for K'mih and agitation. Perhaps not initially with K'yohko himself, but at something else she simply was taking it out on him. No doubt if she were to grow angry and yell at him, K'ile would join in on the harassment.Â
The Nunh closed his eyes for a moment, letting a soft breeze cool his skin.Â
"I do not decide where my pray goes." K'yohko said finally, opening his eyes to look at  K'nahli. There was no anger or irritation, only calm and soothing quiet. He did not need to explain himself to K'nahli. He did not feel the need to defend himself for only wishing to follow the vibrations as they traveled through the camp. "Go after her." he urged after a moment of quiet. "She needs you, as she always has. It would be beneficial if you were to inform some of the huntresses that the carcass is here while you are in camp."
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