Qeya River I know the pieces fit

yikaas held the man down longer than he had the huntress, for the runner had fought him for more time on that bloodstained border.

but in a moment he relented. "up."

and his single eye lashed them all. "you are now saatsiine. caribou hunters of the sun clan."

pride held him high; his ability to thrall these three with their harsher teeth even as he bled before them was intoxicating.

"i yikaas. you call me sun eater." easier for them, he supposed, not wanting the lanzadoii of his chosen title butchered by their clumsy tongues. the embellishment was more threatening.

his breath held on the wind. "give names. we heal. then we march."