Qeya River that wears the crown

he turned his head slowly, crimson eyes narrowing as they fixed on star eater. despite suliya's insistence in employing her help, he had taken it upon himself. hence, the foul smelling job of doctoring he had done upon his own eye. it was a feasible attempt; it would work, but only for a short time.

he was a stubborn beast.

"you worried someone’s going to scold me?" he muttered, biting. despite his quip, he moved toward her.

as he approached, he glanced at the makeshift workspace she’d carved into the riverbedl; her paws worked with an expertise he wouldn’t have credited her with if he hadn’t seen it himself. his pride chafed at the idea of needing her help, but his pragmatism won out.