Qeya River chirosophist

Issumatar.

Her heart flutters, and without Blackfell's caging it soars. Suddenly, Saatsine feels small beneath her paws as a great chasm of possibilities open up before her.

Issumatar.

You will lead them, and they shall follow.

Lips curling in something akin to a smile, her head lowers slightly as she pulls back from Kukuvrak. "Your needs will be met too, brother." Nagruk would assure it, for as long as they ran with the caribou killers. Though already he'd set in motion her desire to be part of something bigger.

"Do you come with others?"