Qeya River cause I wish you were here

star eater arrived with the steady gait of a woman accustomed to observing before speaking. the sharp scent of drying meat mingled with the cool river air, a testament to the girl’s diligence.
you’ve done well, star eater remarked, her voice even, though there was an approving gleam in her gaze. two days, you say? and what do you look for to know it’s ready? how do you keep it from spoiling? she stepped closer, brushing against the low-hanging branch to inspect the pelt's texture.
the chieftainess was a woman of many skills, but she was never above learning more. drying meats was a vital craft, especially with the long winters and scarce prey that loomed over their territory. her attention lingered on the girl as she spoke, a thoughtful hum leaving her lips.
you’ve earned your rest, but if you’ve more to teach, i’d love you to show me more. i’ll put it to good use. star eater’s tone was softer now, almost conspiratorial. she respected effort and knowledge.