Qeya River rhodonite

The intruder ground to a halt with a curve of his body, forcing Gideon to slam on the brakes to avoid stumbling into him. His forepaws slipped a little on the cold ground so that when he straightened up in front of the other juvenile, it was with a little less dignity than Darrow commanded. Feeling frustrated, he swished his tails side-to-side.

There's no one here with those names, he began, for he knew Ksura only as Sheep Killer and did not know Ash Star at all. She had been torn apart before Gideon ever set foot in the riverlands. You need to—

Before he finished the thought, another Saatsine wolf whom Gideon did not know well caught up to them and answered. She spoke in the same thick accent as Sun Eater and had a lot of the same icy presence, but he found the white half of her face softened her features considerably, which was all it took to warm Gideon to her.

He turned back to Darrow, swallowing the sullen urge to stick out his tongue. He's on a mission, he said. You shouldn't have barged in here, he added unhelpfully, determined to show his older packmate he had been doing something good even though this was apparently Sheep Killer's son.