Qeya River sand hollow

for a long time he did not speak. star eater appeared so vulnerable there, softened by the budding curves of pregnancy. even her fur seemed more satin in these times, and his heart relented at once.

but he was unable to surrender all of the blame or ill feeling, and sat down in the shelter. to him it was only temporary; the chieftain would dig for her a proper birthing-den of snow among the caribou when the time had come. 

but on and on he did not speak, until at length a muscle leapt high on his jawline. "you not say who he was. what he do before. i ask gjalla to tell me. you humiliated me, wife. if you had told me all before, then we would not be here. i would have left him in three parts for the caribou to trample."

his muzzle wrinkled at the mingled florality, in curiousness rather than disgust.