K'ile was predictably hostile behind that semi-joking exterior. K'nahli's hostility was a little surprising. Usually the girl wasn't so... well then again this was concerning K'mih. Either way, K'yohko remained the same as he always did. He paused, listening to K'ile. The smallest of sighs escaped his lips and he looked back to K'nahli.
Thankfully his daughter gave in with a submissive look and began the trek back to camp. At least someone listened to him occasionally. With the matter of K'nahli and K'mih finished for the time being, K'yohko turned back to the worm carcass K'ile had 'claimed'.
"Very well." He answered, stepping next to the worm's mouth and kicking it further open with his foot. He stepped inside and ducked down, reaching in and with a firm pull, stepped out again with his arrow from the beast's mouth. More blood pooled down around his feet and he stepped out of the quickly pooling blood to clean his arrow in the sand. He did not need to say it to K'ile that his arrow was what killed the wurm nor that all of K'ile's arrows had only served to agitate the worm, and nothing else.
K'yohko finished cleaning the arrow and tucked it back into his quiver. He sat down to clean his feet of the blood as well using sand. "You should learn to use less arrows for you kills K'ile. It is wasteful." Was the only thing he had left to say to K'ile in the same calm and composed voice as always.