Qeya River sand hollow

he had hunted further and further from the river, attempting to reclaim his sense of power. coyotes had been killed there, and he had bitten the large wings of a raven beyond that. it was against him; it was against what he knew to be right, but the rage which long lived in sun eater had begun to billow.

for the sentiment he bore his wife, he kept from her sight. never far was a bloodhunter. often he did not return to their caribou robes for sleeping, but kept his eye trained upon the darkness until morning light bled above the frozen drifts.

he should have killed the man! he should have! 

blood hissed in the white paths of cold as he carried a caribou heart back, at last, to @Star Eater. no matter what he might feel, all choice portions of their kills belonged to her, and he commanded that with no break in ferocity.