Qeya River a pack of dogs

blackfell let the hunt run before him. let the girl be tested, let the chieftain see his will carried out. he need not leap in first, nor second.

now sun eater forced the beast into a stumble. blackfell cut its other path, a shadow among the snowdrift, breath fogging dark in the cold air.

his voice was a growl, low and expectant, as he bellows:

take her down, girl! and part of him wishes to say next: take her by the throat! but knows he cannot guide her here. she must prove she knows. that she has the instinct of a hunter.