K'mih running off was somewhat less than surprising, even if inexplicable. That K'nahli did not immediately fly into a (composed) panic and chase after her was notable, but forgettable. K'yohko's monotone muttering was as boring as ever. The man spoke with the voice of a stone and had far less to say than even the dullest of pebbles.
"Hey K'yohko," K'ile said, walking over to the worm's corpse. "Just say that you're sorry and next time you'll kill it sooner. Have some grace, Nunh! And anyway," he stomped one of the arrows deeper intot he body of the monster. "I got more arrows in it than you did. My prey. I claim this worm!"
"Hey K'yohko," K'ile said, walking over to the worm's corpse. "Just say that you're sorry and next time you'll kill it sooner. Have some grace, Nunh! And anyway," he stomped one of the arrows deeper intot he body of the monster. "I got more arrows in it than you did. My prey. I claim this worm!"