Dawnlark Plains paint rock

he let out his breath. "want tartok."

want. by sun eater's own edict, he had not touched his wife since her pregnancy was first spoken, and perhaps would not again until the eightweek time had passed and they were ready to move. his were stark and driving hungers, pitted now in his attacks and capturings. the focus was why warriors forewent their wives before a fight, but none existed here.

i want; an admission of many things. sun eater did not look at nagruk, tension chasing itself in lines along his cheekbone.

"we wait." he hated to do this. "wait till they are here. and strong." it meant more weeks. it meant longer for his vengeance. but he had spent these months in exile. was more so unbearable?