Qeya River dawn country

He felt unsteady as the man circled, speaking in a language that he did not understand. The translation came only a moment later, relayed by the young, dark-furred woman who he assumed was of the same culture- a culture, it would be declared, that he was now a part of. 

Caribou people, hunters of the Sun Clan.

Sun Eater described what would become their lifestyle- following the caribou as they migrated. It was a lifestyle that otherwise, would have suited his interests perfectly. He preferred to be in motion, and felt he could easily transfer his obsession with sheep over to caribou. They might be as delicious, though he suspected they would be nowhere as easy to kill.

Maybe it was what he needed, a challenge. 

They were to be exclusive in matrimony. Caribou people only; and among them, few women. He thought Sun Eater paused before where he stood alongside Senka, and he had to force himself not to bristle. The talk of marriage forced him to consider an idea that had lingered in his mind for some time now. 

He was singled out, as was Grey Man. He showed no reaction to learning the man’s caribou name once Sulukinak spoke it out loud. He might laugh to himself, later- once more childishly skeptical of Sun Eater’s naming strategies, grateful he had nearly chosen his own. 

It pained him to be separated from Senka, but he could understand why Sun Eater might do such a thing- to ensure that Ksura returned, task completed. He trusted that no harm would come to her in his absence…Almost.

He looked to Anselm and nodded quietly. Journeying with a complete stranger on a mission to potentially kidnap Sun Eater’s own son rattled him- but it would be done. 

So long as-

Time to speak-

I was promised that my children would have a welcome place among us, when I bring your son to you. Let the entire pack hear the agreement he’d made. His voice was even and calm. It sounded a bit more hopeful when he spoke again. Is this still true? He asked.