Qeya River well, I know what you want from me

A debt acknowledged, Nagruk holds the ruby gaze of dark man for a moment in understanding before One-eye's command has her bristle. "I eat later," she answers flatly, ensuring both men knew the cow's death was trivial. Let them feast now, if it pleased them. But she had every right to return to her kill once hunger gripped again.

Up close, the empty socket of his eye loomed a stark reminder of the tundra's cruelty. Had it been taken in hunt, in battle? What other scars bore the chieftain; were they enough to match her own? "Not leader. Not yet," tongue flicks to wipe blood from teeth. She had not been Issumatar, red fox too young in her reign to let fall to a daughter. "Why, Chieftain looking for another?"