Qeya River well, I know what you want from me

Dark man follows, shadow man comes to her side. Glacial eyes watch with intrigue the subtle dominance he displays, settling approvingly on his missing eye. She could take his other.

Shoulders roll and she sets off upwind on the tracks of old caribou, from the corpse to the river where the herd has found safety and satiety. Without hunger she is wary and careful. 

But confidence out-wins. She pads through bare trees until dark creatures stand on the waterside and it is now that she turns to her watchers. "Young cow drinks near. Not know of wolf teeth," gums pull back in a twisted grin. When the treeline breaks, Tartok woman surges forward to snap at the closest yearling while other hooves flee in erratic drum-beats.