Qeya River well, I know what you want from me

cameo!

somehow in the divergence of new scents with known, sun eater had come to a new suspicion: that saatsine was not all it seemed.

with each face, sun eater grew more distant. when would they challenge? when would teeth come to greet him? he trained his sinewed body with greater hunting.

blackfell grappled with an unknown upon the boundaries of the river. sun eater paused at a distance to watch, his shadow tall across the snow.