Jeraha sat back, watching Thona turn to leave, having no reason to stop him. He knew the leopard didn’t care about what happened to him, and to be perfectly honest he rather wished the worse for the little bugger. Despite having waited to make sure he was alright, he still wanted him to die. Warped logic? That’s for sure, but he wasn’t really interested in keeping hypocrisy from his own damn mind.
He grunted a good bye, looking down at his burnt paws. He needed to make sure they would heal up perfectly, just so his mate didn’t have something else to worry about. Above all else, he feared upsetting her.
When did he become such a softy?
Sighing, he got himself up with a wince, turning and walking back the way they had come. A part of him wanted to make sure the fire had burned itself out and no other creatures had been injured or killed. Plus, if he did find something burnt, it meant a nice warm meal.
