Ruto, still confused if he had misinterpreted the ointment issue, and nothing could have prepared him for the bizzare turn of events during the next several days.
Accidents.
No, Ruto cannot even call it that anymore.
Juta had been behaving strangely, and Ruto simply doesn't know if it's good or bad, even worse, he's at a loss for how to deal with it.
That evening, Ruto returned from hunting only to find his fur bedding soaked.
Not damp, it's completely drenched like someone had taken it to the stream ahead and buried it into the water before dragging it back into the cave.
Ruto stares in disbelief at the wet fur and then at Juta who wears an utterly innocent expression.
"What happened here?"
He'd only managed to bring two beddings with him, the cave is big enough for them to sleep separately, so Ruto had given Juta one and taken one for himself.
He'd done this whole isolation for Juta's sake, to make him more comfortable, where did he go wrong?
