Qeya River I know the pieces fit

Sun Eater. This physical display was so very different from Rivenwood. Despite his best effort Anselm’s mind wandered towards his past, examining the shard glass remnants of a life he knew was gone forever.

This man had saved him, but Anselm was under no delusion that he was a peace keeping savior. The blood, the violence, the pride in his glaring eye reflected that — making Anselm wonder the story behind that missing eye and the scars that traced his body like a treasure map, marking every encounter with bloodshed and hardship.

He shifted uneasily as both wolves spoke their piece, unable to hide the way his torn ears flicked forward at the mention of — killing?

He remained silent, thinking that he’d somehow managed to find himself in a place profoundly worse than rivenwood.