He looked around, seeing faces but not being able to put the names he came up with to any of them. Dimly, he realized that his body felt wet. He looked down at himself to see that he was covered in blood, most likely his own. A glance over his shoulder revealed a small trail of droplets that he had been shedding during his march back. He normally would've worried about it leading a predator back to the village, but like just about everything else it didn't matter at this moment.
Konta shrugged off Zanzu, who oddly obliged as Konta continued walking until he finally caught sight of Kontala rushing forward, her eyes bulging with fear and worry as she clutched tightly to Kontaren. He stopped, teetering in place, and looked at them both.
Then he smiled, and his legs gave out under him as eve
