Qeya River i like it when the bite marks cut through the skin.

there was much for which to be grateful.

there was much to grieve.

but this was not for the return of silently glorious lanzadoii hunters. sun eater gazed steadily at the head, churned to his shoulders by flying snow. carefully he committed each decaying detail of that sundered face to satisfied memory.

with meleeys he exchanged a long look, and when sun eater allowed gjalla to capture his attention again, it was with a flickering of desire to scrape the lowlands of his single eye. seeing her so powerful was alluring, though he did not allow it to be more than manful need.

"where did you kill?" he asked of her, nosing the head along until it rolled to a place against his own ankle, stiff and cold, its rot reaching splendid to his nose. "alone?"