K'ile followed the scent of the Nunh's blood to the Elder's tent, which made sense. If there were Amal'jaa around, K'yohko was just the right kind of idiot to run bleeding to the Elders' tent and tell them himself. As the firey-haired Tiw came around the tent, he saw spots of blood in the sand, and his nose wrinkled in disgust. Open blood would draw blood-feeding insects and carrion-eaters. Even if in small number, K'piru had taught him such creatures were bad omens, and the tribe didn't need them right now.
His gaze rose to watch K'yohko Nunh staggering towards the shamans' tent, belatedly seeking to heal himself. His path meandered, his footsteps without rhythm. K'ile suppressed a growl and started after him, but slowed to a walk almost immediately. What good would yelling at K'yohko do now? He wasn't even sure what was going on yet.
Instead, once his senses lifted from the offensive stink of K'yohko's blood, he noted the scent of a woman nearby, familiar but only distantly so, and with the now-familiar smells of Ul'dah clinging to her body. Once he knew she was there, K'ile lifted his gaze and was easily able to pick out her figure. She was close, and he diverted his path towards her. Anger simmered thick in the veins of his arms and it was difficult to keep himself from reaching out and grabbing the woman to get her attention.
He suppressed the gesture, but his voice was still rough when he made himself known. "What's happening? Why is everyone acting like there's an Amal'jaa raiding party on their way in?" Only belatedly did he note her features, the unique quality of her scent; this was not someone he knew. "Who are you?"
His gaze rose to watch K'yohko Nunh staggering towards the shamans' tent, belatedly seeking to heal himself. His path meandered, his footsteps without rhythm. K'ile suppressed a growl and started after him, but slowed to a walk almost immediately. What good would yelling at K'yohko do now? He wasn't even sure what was going on yet.
Instead, once his senses lifted from the offensive stink of K'yohko's blood, he noted the scent of a woman nearby, familiar but only distantly so, and with the now-familiar smells of Ul'dah clinging to her body. Once he knew she was there, K'ile lifted his gaze and was easily able to pick out her figure. She was close, and he diverted his path towards her. Anger simmered thick in the veins of his arms and it was difficult to keep himself from reaching out and grabbing the woman to get her attention.
He suppressed the gesture, but his voice was still rough when he made himself known. "What's happening? Why is everyone acting like there's an Amal'jaa raiding party on their way in?" Only belatedly did he note her features, the unique quality of her scent; this was not someone he knew. "Who are you?"
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