Qeya River well, I know what you want from me

He does not flinch, but she does not expect him to. Instead, his honeyed answer draws a glittering stare from the Tartok woman before she dips her head sharply. "Good." It would have been a waste for Chieftain to turn her away, she decides.

She considers his words for a moment before coming to pad round their kill and greet him face to face. "I will stay, hunt your caribou while winter passes." It has crossed her mind to challenge One-eye for his position, but with dark man near and his clan's numbers unclear, it is a risk she is not willing to make. Not yet, at least.