Qeya River teach

he'd done it. he'd helped kill his first caribou.

he stared down at the bull as the light flickered and faded from his eyes. felt his pulse die beneath him. he reveled in the adrenaline rush, endorphins setting his body aflame, teeth and lips and face marred with scarlet.

and then, so quickly afterward, it dissolved and veksar felt nothing. not pride, not guilt — nothing. it was meat now. simple as that.

what did you think? how did i do? he asked, quirking a brow as his tongue flashed out and passed over his upper lip. are you going to report me to sun eater?