The idea that Bruise presented, of a creature that hopped around on one leg, was so farfetched and amazing that the Kiokote’s whole body shook with laughter. He stamped a hoof, delighted. How ridiculous! But who knew? Perhaps it did! It didn’t even need its many legs, if that one kept it hopping around.
His laughter dissolved into chuckles. Someone jostled his shoulder and he pushed back, just enough pressure to warn them not to crowd him too much. Not that he terribly minded but if you were going to group up, you had to be polite about it. Some Kimeti seemed to forget that and Totoma were notoriously bad at understanding personal space.
“Yes,” he agreed, “I think we’ve seen everything we need to see.” He backed up, making sure Bruise was following along. Everyone else could get down into the muck and investigate the bones more if they wanted, Forgotten was content to leave it to them and continue discussing somewhere quieter.
Especially now that some prime relaxing spots had just opened up.
“This way, Bruise.” He led the way, keen on a rest in the shade. “Follow me.”
A rest, a walk and a chat with a little mysterious twist. It had turned into another great day.