Qeya River owlclover

Meleys remained stone among those gathering. One eye of near black and the other a ghostly pale, swept among the clan that was Saatsine. Her new clan, now. All faces which she did not know. A new herd of caribou she did not yet know. Over four years past had become very quickly just that. The phantom looked to her future with hard eyes. 

Come. She directs to the pair placed to her with task, even before the raiding party had fully left. To @Ilse. To @Gideon. I show way. There was work to be done. 

The chieftan would return and with an heir.