Qeya River run

very slowly had sun eater gathered a collection of small skins. many were stashed for now, but others lay in the last place he had slept.

each night the lanzadoii man chose a different part of the riverland in which to sleep. it was as natural to sun eater as drawing a breath, a practice encouraged by his deep suspicion that the other hunters would turn upon him.

raccoon musk cling thickly to the hunter as he watched a small tangle of caribou. they had arrived early, though welcome, and among them was —

he stared, surprise outright writ upon his stony features. "meleeys?" his steps quickened. "meleeys! how did you make it here?" 

she was his older sister, and now it was cen who stood before her, almost boyish in his shocked delight.