Qeya River well, I know what you want from me

daring. his teeth glittered at her resistance, her boldness. "i have war chief," he told her, though posture shifted now as if to invite nagruk's persistent questioning. "you say, tartok?"

he had not heard of it, but then again she gave no indication that she knew the caribou hunters. did she want to be leader? ambition whet this one as much as it had sivaak, and he was curious.

her strength could feed saatsine. yet he did not offer, for she had not yet sought.