Qeya River I know the pieces fit

the caribou man woke with stiffened wounds, a groan sounding through the wood. for a moment he did not know where he was, and then he remembered.

there has been a call, a call rousing him, a call from deeper in the territory. his now. and though yikaas was in no place to fight again, he limped with a darkening look toward where the voice had sounded.

the woman was there. the man spoke in hurried voice. a snarl broke whatever illicit communion might be had.

the black tail flung high. he snapped the air. "yield or i kill more."