Silver Moraine three hammers

"saatsine is clan. we hold river," he told the other, gesturing vaguely toward the qeya which already ran rampant with bits of ice and frost on the furthest banks.

they held it. they would leave. they would return. he saw this cycle in his mind.

redtail rise. he wanted to ask many questions but held them all back for now. "you have hungry. we hunt," the lanzadoii man invited, stepping back to taste the air once more.