Dawnlark Plains η

large and wild men descended from the glacier overlooking the river. darukaal, he knew by scent. the man tuhin too was here, and the lanzadoii hunter fixed him with a glance of recognition. it pleased sun eater how many of the sun clan had trailed after; a show of strength, as much as the display of his virility showcased by his wife's rounded sides.

ah. filth-eater did not care for one-eyed appreciation of the pale she-wolf caped in furs. sun eater met his stare and relented.

saatsine were fierce. they were many. they were fertile. it was a message to both darukaal and the mountain-dwellers.

he did not know the words they spoke, the dirty man with the pretty wife, and the hard-eyed warrior who had come down from the sheet of ice.

camaraderie might be found among darukaal, he felt, between he and faust. "we are many," he murmured to star eater with a quick grin of scintillated confidence.

the two with the same tongue postured. lanzadoii muscles tensed; he would not mind if it came to blows, though he would rather his woman far from clashing teeth.