Qeya River crow's cry

Ma'am.

Issumatar.

She felt a flare of power and great strength that had been absent from her. The kin of Moonglow had soothed her soul, but now she returned to her own village. She must rule it. Not care for it like a child, like a babe too weak to tend to itself.

And this man had talents that would not be wasted.

You'll find much to do here then. She informed him. The taiga is a very different terrain for both travel and hunts. How odd it felt to be formal, but also strikingly felt like the right thing to be doing.

Her eyes drifted to the marmot before returning to him.

I take it you've met my Sangilak, my husband, Kigipigak?