Qeya River insurgent

she backs up immediately and without complaint, offering the woman the space she so fiercely commands. her posture is curious, unassuming. she is eager, but not so brutish as her youth makes her out to be.

"i am ishmira. blackfell brought me in not long ago. i...come from far away, and i want to work. to learn." she can smell the chieftain on this woman's fur, but even if she were scentless, ishmira would know her. she sits proud and regal, commanding respect without a word spoken. she is his wife.

she watches silently as star eater moves herbs from paw to mouth to ground, eyes round as twin moons.