Qeya River my head says i never should've left

she is displeased and does not hide it upon her features. yet nor does she wish to drive away one member from them. not that she exactly thought gjalla would be so quick as to flee into the arms of this brute.

a bullish snort — a caribou protecting its herd.

you want him to stay? it is a genuine inquiry and one she considers with a high lift of her head. he must become caribou hunter, if he stays.

or the taiga might devour him if the herds did not crush him first. she knew it would be a waste of strength, though, to outright turn him away.