Delano followed Tempesta back into their den and he lay down beside her, grunting as his legs protested at their bending. Carrying Mheetu around was no easy task, and now Delano was glad to be able to lie down again and rest. He propped his head against Tempesta's body, purring at the comfort of her soft fur.
As he lay resting, Delano's mind replayed the day's events and he let out a sigh of regret as he remembered hitting Nyembe. As much as the prince deserved it, it was the wrong thing for Delano to do. "Things are going to be different now, aren't they?" He asked softly. The answer was rather obvious, but he wanted to know what Tempesta though.
He felt the day's events catch up to him as a wave of exhaustion hit him. Delano closed his eyes, and let his other senses take over as he lay next to Tempesta. "I hope Mheetu will make it out okay." He spoke so softly, he might as well be whispering, but his words were loud enough for Tempesta to hear.