Qeya River i like it when the bite marks cut through the skin.

alone. cut down. it was as he had ordered; it was as he had wanted. his eye was swallowed by the visage of gjalla. now it was the moment for all to be gained, and he jerked his chin first toward her. "you new bloodhunter. saatsine call you 'nehzuunxel,' dark snow to cut the eyes."

to meleeys; sister with her own trophy gathered. brother gave glittering grin. "bloodhunter. saatsine needs you, as do i."

now to blackfell. "i give saatsine name." not the rank of the others. a test for the man to train his face still, to be reminded that which was earned was not always seen. sun eater observed all. there was more to know. "saatsine call you 'uuts'taa,' long flying-feathers of blackbird."

his look was cold but pleased; now he turned his gaze between blackbird and dark-snow-knife. "you and you, is there want?" for one another, to be a bonded pair in the sun clan.