Qeya River chirosophist

Her teeth click at his comment. "You are wrong. Blood is always spilt in conquest." It was their way of things, did he not know this?

Nagruk thinks of her mother and the tales of a valley slaughtered, the throat of a bear cut by her own teeth. Though she has not raised a fang to Chieftain yet, she knows there will come a day when she must. When the long game she plays is over.

She knows not what branch he hails from to teach him such falsehoods, but the man has earned his name, and that is enough to halt a corrective strike. "Why do you come to Saatsine?" Though she thinks they share the same answer.