Qeya River hunger consuming

His indifference is noted, but the hint is ignored. How long before he snaps? Here in far reaches of Chieftain's riverhome, she is confident enough in her ability to take him, if it comes to that. "Talking is how we make friends. Or enemies," matter-of-factly, fixing him with a glacial stare once he has the manners to look at her.

One-eye had made that choice; she had been less convinced about Dark man. But what she wants from him is not friendship, not hatred, but a strange between. "Show me his land." It was less of a command, and more a request, tail waving in high expectation.