Qeya River moon flint

"you not like any in sun clan. hidden. faces of dark rabbit. i know nothing of you." sun eater lifted his chin, as if to gesture toward those not present. "i know them. and," he went on, "you will be wife to the ghost talker. powerful man," sun eater breathed, for clearly he held the younger wolf in esteeem.

"you need powerful name. caribou spirits will test mate of holy man. accept him, xel kon ts'akae. then you share his spirit strength."

first blood. river walker did not hunt. a hunter's portion of each kill was given to the ghost talker, to sustain him. and even had it not been offered, their butchering was rich and constant.

he had seen the glint in her eye; she saw how the name set her apart. let it bestow to her heart a sense of pride. "your, ah. your neyits'e. it is — you are — higher now. above."

a captive to respected. surely it would dazzle.