Qeya River well, I know what you want from me

an agreement, framed. chieftain came to meet with ambling hair, casting the lopsided stare over the woman with no hint of pullback from scrutiny.

but there was no coldness in him. he smelled meat upon the air, and blood; he licked his lips in answer and gave blackfell a short nod.

the hunter might lead them off. lanzadoii man would follow alongside the woman whose name he did not yet know.