Qeya River blood skull

caribou man shifted closer, inching upon the stone floor. he reached out and put the muddy salve where she could not reach, his touch coarse and unpracticed.

and he pulled away when it was done. "no one stops me." not rodyn. not heph. not red leaf. not tullik. not the great power of the moon wolves and their terrible teeth; the pain of that lanced through him, remembered!

slowly he turned his gaze up to look at the stone roof. "why here?"