Qeya River mistanvall

star eater lifted her tail high in greeting, stepping forward with a confident grace as she brushed her nose lightly around ice diver’s neck, a warm gesture of familiarity. no, not busy, she replied, her voice carrying the faintest edge of amusement.

with a flick of her muzzle, she motioned toward the hide she’d carefully prepared, pride glinting in her whitened gaze. look, she said simply, her tone softening. for you.

she stood back slightly, waiting for the war chief’s reaction, her own satisfaction evident in the subtle curve of her lips.