Qeya River well, I know what you want from me

didnt roll since he isnt attacking!

she does not give much fight back. that, or blackfell already has her beat. he does not rip her a new one like instinct tells him to, his mind a reasonable beacon against all else.

he stands now, tongue licking spilled blood from his teeth and maw, black snout seeing white in plumes of fog from nostrils and agape lips. his flanks rising and falling with great might.

he does not see sun eater in the distance.

instead of spilling more blood upon the snow, he spits to the ground, to sully ice. he says with a herculean voice: pay your debt with more blood or replace what you have stolen. fight or hunt. choose.