Dawnlark Plains η

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faust appeared to agree, albeit reluctantly. the reindeer hunters spoke in their language; he gazed at the ones who had come with the chieftain, assessing. one of the darukaal swords spat a third language in rejection.

but skorpa had not expected a settled peace or even affability. he would rather avoid such false overtures. the tension between them stood. yet they must keep this peace.

again ayovi spoke, tones filled with resolution. though he did not know the many-syllabled words used, the bearman understood that there must be punitive response if this fightcease were to be broken.

he filled his eyes with her, glancing up when the reindeer-woman spoke. her voice was an expansive alliance, a full acquiescence to the terms set.

"we hunt. we feast," skorpa finished with heavy accent, posture softened.

but the burning eyes did not lessen their intensity, not as he prepared to turn away with his wife and return to more isolated locales.

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