Qeya River qasigiaq

he bathed his wounds and the pain lessened.

his ear would remain ragged; a cowl of scars would form over his shoulders. but he lived. he drew breath. and he stood upon his own earth.

he stood strong-legged in the water, drinking. sun eater showed himself often, flaunting the renewed strength even as he watched over those who gathered.

his senses tightened. he lifted his head, not to scent or to see, but to feel.