Qeya River heavy is the head

star eater did not like to stray far from where she had set up her den of snow and caribou hides. she had started the task of drying out meats for @Sun Eater's pleasures, hoping that he would see the value in preservation as well as fresh kills.

she had been grooming a caribou hide, fresh, in the snow. raking her paws across the seams of fat, plucking it from the source and piling it amongst its own self. she grimaced, fur rising at the sound of the crownore voice.

she did not look at him. blackfell crownore. his name, bitter. son to nemos, it wasn't a question. it was a statement.

you would know me once as morwenna drakaryn, lady of the seven. rip at the furs, the knot was undone. perhaps it was the kindness of my heart.