Qeya River split sky

He could her the sound of lips pulling back, and in spite of himself, Ksura looked up to see the off-coloured molars and the scissoring angle of his canines. He felt a pain in his chest to see the instruments that had slain Ash Star; the shame he felt for bending the knee to the man dogged him like a gadfly. 

He took no solace in being valuable to the man. Being named Sheep Killer triggered a memory. The words had been shouted at him before, angrily. The shift in dynamic felt uncomfortable. His gaze fell, and the interest disappeared from his features. ”Seen ‘em only once. Just a few of them.” 

In cages, just as he had been. 

”They remind me of elk.” he said, and flinched slightly- frightened that drawing a similarity between the two might cause offence for someone who seemed so fixated on hunting caribou.