Fairspell Meadow A miserable hunt

My apologies for such a short post! Trying to get a majority of my threads finished up, lol. This will be the last from me!

They understood. Or, so they said. It was enough for the mazoi to find satisfaction. Plus, now he knew their scents well. If they ever did return, he would know that he had once been fair before being forced to act against their incompetence or neglect of his warning.
Now both spoke, the shyer one snatching away a bit of confidence from their companion. And with words, questions came. 
It had been a long day. Khaba was in no mood to somehow explain his inability to answer. So, with no other options — or, none that he cared to attempt — the beast simply turned his frame and began his journey further back into the mesa.