Tarzan 3:
Chapter 4:
As Kito waited it thoughts raced in his head. How would the others react? Would they believe him if he told them what happened? Would they hold him responsible? The questions nagged and ate at him for what seemed hours. Kito couldn't sit still and paced in a circle wearing a rut in the ground. He looked back at Sabor and a led felling came to his legs and stomach. He wanted to leave, set up some king of alibi. But if he left, that would only make him look more suspicious. The tension and indecision made him fell a bit ill.
Kito heard voices coming from near by. Good humored voices excited over a nice kill. The leopards where returning, it was now or never. Kito tried to move his legs but some force tethered him to the ground. The voices got closer, another try, nothing.
"Can you believe our luck!?" one asked in an excited voice. "A whole gazelle! We'll eat like kings for a week!"
"Veah!" the other one replied his mouth full from carrying the gazelle. They both laughed as they reached the clearing.
"Hey Kito where's Sabor?" The first one asked. Not noticing the carcass only feet in front of him. The second leopard on the other hand wasn't as blind. He dropped the gazelle with a thunk! His mouth wide opened at the sight.
"Uh I think I found him." He pointed towards the carcass so the other leopard took notice.
"What-What happened!?" he looked up a Kito. "Kito did you?"
"O-of course not!" Kito protested even though he knew in his brain that he was the obvious persecutor. "Sabor was killed in a fight with another creature like me. You know, like an ape. I had nothing to do with it!"
The leopards had skeptical looks on their faces. Just as he thought, they didn't believe him.
"Come on, we need to get home." The first leopard said hoisting Sabor on his back.
"But…" Kito tried to protest but the leopard pushed him in the way back to the group. The long walk back was worse than the wait Kaito knew he wasn't going to get out of this unscathed. He would either be convicted a murderer or maybe even thrown out of the group. Just as well. He though grumpily. Maybe it would be better if he did get kicked out. As they wound around trees and across a river everyone kept silent. Even with the good meal they were brining back. Something told them that brining back the dead son of the leader wasn't going to be pretty. Finally they reached the entrance of their home. A narrow road in-between two tall walls of bedrock covered in moss. They all paused and only moved again when Kito received a hard push on his shoulder.
Kito didn't try to fight the inevitable. He knew it would only be worse for him if he did. Besides the penalty for traitors and deserters was death. As for murderers, well Kito felt he would soon find out.