Qeya River well, I know what you want from me

The young cow is pinned, no use for her struggling as One-eye takes the breath from its throat with a sickening crack. She releases her hold on its flank, to dark man: "Pound of flesh for you." Her debt repaid. And though it is not her teeth that made the kill, she is smug in her choice of prey.

Attention turns back to One-eye. "Nagruk Tartok." Strength to match strength. His ferocity intrigued her, the skill at which he felled the creature earning a rumble of approval. "You are Saatsine leader?" He may be Tartok too - Sangilak - she waits with iron breath for an answer.