Qeya River my head says i never should've left

eyes narrowed faintly as gjalla withdrew, leaving the crownore man in the presence of ice diver. the war chief handled the situation well, her authority undeniable, but as the moment stretched, star eater moved to join her.

emerging from the shadows like a flicker of starlight, she brushed her side against ice diver’s, the contact a quiet show of solidarity and understanding. her gaze shifted to blackfell, assessing, calculating, but without the judgment he might have expected.

he will be a good addition, she murmured, her voice soft and molten, the words meant for the war chief but not hidden from the man in question. a strong hunter.

her gaze lingered on blackfell for a beat longer, her expression unreadable but not unkind. then, with a faint incline of her head to ice diver, she stepped back into the fold, leaving her presence to carry the weight of her approval.