Although clearing away bones and branches seemed like superfluous work (would not it just return?)—it was hard, laborious work that the Elephant King enjoyed. His size and strength had lent him to back-breaking tasks from a young age. And the stallion had embraced it. It was an easy way to silence the mind: tiring it out so that it couldn’t think or question or ponder awful losses. So, with shoulders squared, he was about to turn towards the Rotunda and begin clearing—
But his navy eyes were drawn by Rexanna and Nyx. His gaze narrowed in concern, closely watching the two mares that had exchanged such vitriolic words on the beach after the last encounter with Kisamoa. But, from a distance, it seemed their body language was not hostile; if anything it looked…contrite? And the had King spotted Alysanne, whom he desperately needed to speak with.
So, with continual glances towards the mares, he started towards the Devoted while searching for bones.