Qeya River hunger consuming

She balks at his teeth, certain that she had been making headway with him. A fool. This was not her clan, not her men to control; Nagruk knew this. And yet to be told that face to face sparks a simmering resentment held taught by a throaty snarl.

Blackfell has made an enemy of her today, let that be known.

Growing grumpier still as he drones on, she cuts across his path. "He can try." And he will not succeed. The dig at Chieftain's choice of women only fuels her flame and it is the last thing she says before she watches him go, gaze boring an icy fire in his wake.

ty for thread !