Whitebark Stream red sun rises

the star eater came toward him with what he took as a peace offering — something, he assumed, might be for bruises or first aid. it was a simple kindness, but it was one regardless, and veksar almost felt himself start to smile. almost.

it was west, and blackfell had been there for 'quite some time', whatever that meant. veksar furrowed a brow. why here of all places? her of all people? what was the appeal?

and yet when she challenged him, veksar couldn't help but puff out his metaphorical shoulders.

i can hunt, he declared. a flare glistened in his dark eyes. i'm not as incompetent as you think i am.