Qeya River judge and jury

"does she want you, new man?" sun eater growled in response. "you not hunt. you not take new name. you not even learn lanzadoii. yet you want wife. bah! you earn," snorted the chieftain. "then, if gjalla want, she take you when her time come."

it was good to dominate, to remind another, lesser man of his place in saatsine. with his mate potentially carrying young, sun eater had thrown a good deal of his patience away.

his remaining eye pinned to blackfell in expectant silence. gjalla had left the creek for star eater; this placed her in many ways above the new male, and he would do well to remember it.