Dawnlark Plains Tûnuck

sun eater might have moved on were it not for the woman who rose in grace and claim. the single eye narrowed at her, for the scents upon each were different. it was the man who spoke first, dispelling tension, and the gaze that climbed his way was not threatening.

"i chieftain of the saatsine. we run here. for now." a wave of his dark tail for the sprawling, threaded herds which left scoured trails in the snow.

"we are caribou hunters. we follow."

she would not need to suffer him for long. but teeth glinted in a grin, for she was good to look at. was there a man here to stake stance with her? sun eater looked around in deliberate slowness as if to openly search for her guardians.

who exactly might keep his hunters from her weald if he wished otherwise?