The hike to their base was as uncomfortable as it got, the constant looming of death in the form of bloodlust kept our bodies tense, no matter how we tried to relax we would just end up back in a combat stance. Eventually despite my instincts I put my weapon back in the rope that held it, away from my hands so that I would not waste to much energy.
Even then it was draining, to be so constantly on guard, to be scanning every corner of the land around us. It took up much of our focus, leaving us drained. My mind was also exhausted, the strain not only being physical but mental too.
Though when I looked at Tama it seemed like she was able to regulate her response. The tension that was ever present in our bodies was nowhere to be seen in Tama's demeanor.
Tama even seemed relaxed like there was no bloodlust constantly hounding us.
