Qeya River some people survive chaos

akkuma had notably withdrawn into himself since receiving his name. he became an obsessive, secretive child. he stole away to find meaning in the land, in the quiet of his own company.
and oh, how much there was to see! delight masked in early stoicism, akkuma descended on each discovery relentlessly.
he found secrets in the trees, in sap and shining beetles and birds in brilliant colors; he found secrets in the water, too, more than just the fish and stones his parents had brought to him. other creatures lurked beneath the silvery surface, and smooth wooden treasures in shapes akkuma could never have imagined. slowly, he'd begun to hoard his treasures.
he was with them when kivaluk called his name. after a few minutes of arranging them in the cache he'd hidden so carefully, he set off to find his brother. but he'd taken longer than he'd thought; someone else was with him. a woman he did not know.
akkuma was silent as he entered the scene, moving to stand at kivaluk's side without much regard for the woman. his intent was clear, however. she was not welcome, even if she smelled of his parents. akkuma would never think to contradict his parents' rule, and would not attempt to drive her from the pack - but he would certainly drive her from his company. he had no time, no interest in any wolves outside of his family.