Witch's Marsh starflower

"not need." sun eater stood very little for diplomacy or even alliances. his duty was to the saatsine: to fill their bellies and keep them from death, and in this has the caribou man succeeded thus far.

it was the nearness of a woman which reminded sun eater he was a man entire; he remembered the flashing white teeth of the red-painted-woman and the last eye left to him softened, exchanging caution for introspective glint.

did she flatter? he let himself take it, a quirk smoothing upward the edge of his mouth before he released the rarity of a smile. "if creek come closer, hunt with saatsine." 

insular as the lanzadoii man tended to be, he was not adverse to open-air hunting with another clan. there was simply no reason to hold oneself beholden to another at such time, not without exchange of gifts or marriage. there was no other caribou hunter band. saatsine set its terms. "if you come closer, maybe you trade for hides " flirtation? he did not know this as an ability.