Qeya River chirosophist

Saatsine has gained another hunter. This one intrigues her far more than most and, if Chieftain's call is anything to go by, they are worth her time.

Nagruk follows the bloodied sheep trail to the river camp, nostrils flaring as the scent of iron grows stronger until her glacial eyes come to rest on a man. 

Silently, she watches him move, assesses the red that clumps his dark fur in wild spikes. And it is with curiosity then that she reveals herself with a chuff and a flag of her grey stumped tail.