Witch's Marsh starflower

another dance.

steps paused, head lifting; stilled, sun eater allowed the woman to approach. unmoving he took her scent when its wisping was tasted on the wind; water. many wolves. strength. her words he understood but the caribou man let the quiet between them grow for no more reason than effect.

"sun eater. chieftain of the saatsine," he at last told her in his heavy accent. a gradient of charcoal and stormblack, he found himself curious about the starlit forehead she carried but did not ask. 

in this world, she might well bear a threat if her kith wished to clash with his hunters, and for this he maintained himself in upright tautness, the single slate-blue eye unyielding with watchfulness.