Qeya River hunger consuming

His words draw a breathy snort from her, pale paws spurring her forwards until she is in-line with his pacing. It amuses her, his disdain, his grudge. "Better stay then. Make sure no more wolves steal caribou." Sarcastic, probing, gnawing on what hurts while she flaunts her favour with Chieftain as if it is a prize to be shown.

The high from their first meeting still surges within her. Leg cocking, she marks a nearby tree as they move, a wordless remark that Nagruk is here to stay.