Qeya River you don't want to breathe the light of the others

"caribou is sacred. in sun, in rain, give meat. we walk far. follow forever." the sweetness of that flesh was something he could not describe in any words, and so he did not try to do this.

instead, sun eater settled himself to watch killdeer play with one another, calling out and sailing high into the blue air. "now. ask." he felt rather magnanimous, willing to share that as he breathed the good clean fragrances of the riverland.