Qeya River well, I know what you want from me

He puffs much like an angry bear, stalking forward as such. But she is not afraid. She has seen fury in beasts twice his size, bled the life from their tough hides and watched the ground turn red in their wake - and she would do it to him too.

"No," her half-tail flags as tall as it can go. "But they know food. Better old kill nourish own kind than feed coyote mouths." Circling him now, raven-like as the birds that drew her here.

"Dark man wish to fight? I welcome it."