Qeya River envy

kivaluk lets out a small contemplative noise in his throat. how can you tell it's thin from its prints? kivaluk inquires, soft furrow wrinkling his brow. or... do you know that from watching them? he adds a beat later, having forgotten for a moment that lestan has been watching the herd for a while despite that they'd just spoken about it.

they chase the males out? kivaluk asks, surprised. this is news to him; useful news even if it meant that there wasn't too many bucks to deal with while hunting.