Qeya River the speed of thought

When he returned to the riverside he carried a large rib bone, curving down against the earth. It dragged at the dirt some, catching on weeds. He placed it down on a flat segment of exposed stone that partly overhung the river's edge.

A yawn stretched its way through his maw. Kigipigak settled to his haunches and watched the river for a few minutes, his mind heavy, and only turned when he heard something moving across a patch of melting snow.