Qeya River chirosophist

He is a wild thing, dressed in the spoils of a feast. Nagruk is reminded of her first encounter with Saatsine and knows the hunger well, knows the feeling of an approaching stranger and likes that he does not flinch. Instead he bristles like a porcupine might, and she feels her own hackles raise in turn.

Standing tall, she allows him closer until sheepsblood scent is all she can taste in the air. Issitoq - One-Eye - Chieftain - Tartok. The words race through her mind as she steps forward a breath and speaks in northtongue with the next. "Who are you?"