Qeya River Marble rye

Testy as he was, it seemed like Kekoa was willing to forgive and forget- just the sort of thing Ksura was capable of, as well. 

He placed his paws on the tree as well, and might have begun to explain when an odd question gave him reason to pause. 

This guy didn’t know.
So…How much could Ksura tell him?
He had two choices- and while the secret burned inside of him, crying and slamming itself against the bars, he kept it locked away. Kekoa would get the story, but Ksura had to be mindful of perspective.

Sun Eater came when our leaders were away, and issued a challenge, to claim the pack…Or what was left of it. He said. One of our leaders had been missing for a while- the other left to search for her…And their kids followed, though I tried to keep ‘em here. 

His paws slid back to the ground when he realized that this was going to take more time to explain. The raccoon could wait- it had nowhere to go, anyway.

Just like him.

Anyway, a fight broke out on the borders. Sun Eater killed one of our packmates. S-Stone Crier was injured, and fled. I did, too. He’d almost used her name- but corrected himself in time. Others came with him. He found us, and made us submit. Now we’re caribou hunters.