Qeya River Invites, Trades and Caribou

a man, offering trade and the promise of a hunt. the hunting did not intrigue silvertongue so much as being in the company of others. it had been quite a long time, as the qeya did not invite so many visitors as riverclan once had. to wren's eye, she would glimmer with interest and desire. "i think we are charmed by the offer," the vice decided, motioning them all into an elegant sit. "what sorts of things do you have to trade? where will this hunt be held?" moontide! back to the sea, and her energies thrummed with anticipation.