32. Unskinned

Brahmuhn woke up with a long yawn. He felt the ground around him and grabbed his knobkerrie. ‘Cheetah.’

Cheetah was exhausted. The leopard had drawn most of his energy and even worse still, he had stayed up to keep guard for another three hours before sleep slew him.

Brahmuhn walked towards him and shook him awake.

‘It’s time to move,’ said Brahmuhn.

He slowly got up and with weary eyes, looked around him like clueless prey. He looked as vulnerable as a chicken in the rain. When he tried to support himself with his arm to get up, his wounded shoulder reminded him of the violent and bloody struggle he had had the previous night. The wound stung a lot and he could not help but scream. The intense pain made him fully awake.

Brahmuhn grabbed his arm and pulled him towards him. He examined the shoulder then looked into his eyes.

‘I fell.’

Even if Brahmuhn would have been intoxicated by mbanje, he would still no
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