Emberwood ﹌ Txumtsyìp

she thinks of the man at the riverbank, at first.
but this body isn't giant, and it moves as if swimming through the foliage; she recognizes the boy easily enough, but she does not go to meet him. let him do the work.
she is aloof to his commentary.
her eyes flick over him dismissively, and she returns to finish her covering up the evidence of her meal. the sound of her claws scraping the ground is loud, and so is the susurration of the wind through the boughs above.
i followed the river. there are people there. not our People. the last of the gravel and dirt is in place, and she looks up to where a fallen branch of pine is caught among bushes. this, she grabs and pulls across the work and is done.
without looking to tey'gan, she comments: and your brother?