Shadowwyn Moor sun killer

There were things she still must learn. He claimed his status as white raven; still, she did not know the significance. She saw in those words then and these words now, only conclave in a new light.

He spoke the names of these women. She listened, coveting every syllable. They were not known to Sulukinak but that was no surprise—she kept herself separate often, and had not made the effort to know the Saatsine beyond her uncle.

Her role in this conclave between uncle and niece, was the red raven. Finally the girl's focus broke and her gaze dropped away, but she had no answer for the Sun Eater, because she truly did not know.

To the gray man she had claimed no husband nor want of one. Her uncle had been forced away from one wife, perhaps now sought another, and so they were of different minds.

Sulukinak stopped her study and her pacing, and stood there in the quiet that resumed between them; she considered all she knew, which was not a great amount, and all she felt, which was even less. Once she had given up much for her man Dutch, and then again for this Chieftain—and yet he was the one to offer her conclave.

No. She would not give up their link. Her eye had never strayed from the hunt, though. No man or woman had ever appealed to Sulukinak in the way that seemed to matter to Sun Eater.