Qeya River longing sun

veksar watched as morwenna soothed him, leashed this man that looked like he was just itching to bite him. his tail swung low at his heels. he wasn't about to do to this guy what he'd just done to blackfell. morwenna's husband proceeded to shout at him in broken common like a sleep-deprived toddler.

my name is veksar, he left out crownore on purpose, but he spoke measured and fairly. i can hunt. and i can fight. well.

those two things seemed like they would be important enough to the man to consider allowing him entry. he could only await a response and hope.