Kalama was mad and in pain. Kalama being mad wasn't anything new, neither was her being in pain. But she had an entirely new reason to be mad. She'd been kicked out of the Bonebound. For no reason. Kalama had done nothing wrong. A little roughing up or coup was necessary. She could've improved the grup so much! She would've been a much better leader. But it was alright. Kalama didn't need them. Kalama grumbled beneath her breath, kicking or crushing bones beneath her feet. She would make a new group. A cooler group.

She'd One of just herself and sandworms. There was little thought in her wanderings. Kalama just had one goal in mind. She had plans to leave Canis. Head to tunnel P, where she could find big cool worms to invite to her big new cool group. Make them all so jealous. They'd go swell with her current diamond gemthing. Which still needed to hatch.

She took a break to sit and rest her bones. Multiple spots on her were bruised. Including her ego. She'd take a second to recover here. Rest her wounds a bit, before picking up her shiny new kid, Big Death Scary Kalama the Second.

think "speak"

@Azrael

Azrael had left Forgraves back at the den for now, stalking off into Canis to follow the chicken after the fight had ended. Perhaps to ensure that she actually left Canis, or maybe to see where she went. He wasn't sure but he wanted to talk to her - someone like that may be a worthy adversary in the future. He was always on the lookout for strong contenders to test his strength against and this one had the fire he wanted to see in a foe.

She wasn't hard to track - he just went in the direction she'd gone and found her just sitting next to a diamond shard. He snorted loudly to get her attention. "You. Chicken. Uh, Kalama. I watched your fight."

@Kalama

Kalama puffed up, standing. Her ears were still ringing, the dumb bird's sonic blast had done a number. But she'd heard a voice through the constant EEEEE in her ears. It wasn't someone she'd immediately recognized. Her first thought was that it was a member of the Bonebound, come back for another go. She'd happily oblige. Kalama turned, ready for war. She tilted her head, squinting. She still didn't recognize them still. Tall with four arms. No one she knew. Kalama relaxed. They were a fan, apparently. Kalama would take as many fans as she could. She deserved lots.

"Oh, you watched me fight? I was pretty cool, right?" Kalama lifted a leg, striking another pose. Ignoring the aches of her bruises. She deliberately didn't talk about the end results of that fight. The mere thought made her blood boil. Kalama shook her head. She tried to think. What did a fan want?

"Oh! Are you here to fight me?" She dropped out of her pose, settling into a fighting stance. She kicked the diamond away like a good parent. Beating a fan would make Kalama feel better, especially one taller than her. Especially after the events of her fight with Aure.

think "speak"

@Azrael