Kingio didn't really want to go home to Fupa. He had been injured in a freak sort of situation, and he knew that she was going to be a bit of an emotional mess when he returned to her. He felt the warm oozing of blood on his shoulder, the white fur stained in his own blood. He knew that he had been cut fairly badly, but at least it didn't seem like any sort of permanent damage. He was still able to walk, if a bit slowly. Cursing at himself, he knew that Ini and Teg were going to have to find something decent sized for him, to help replenish what strength he had lost from the fight, and from the injuries.
Instead of calling out to Fupa, he silently entered the skull, his eyes sorrowful as she realized what had happened to him. He heard her quick intake of breathe, but surprisingly didn't say anything more than that.
(tbc)
