Qeya River chirosophist

"They raid already," Nagruk's lip twists. "When spring returns. To the wolves that took his eye." Information she is sure would please Kukuvrak now spilt in the space between them. What did he make of it, of Issitoq's truth? 

She has nothing to hide and nothing more to say and so, once the dust has settled, she turns her dark head to go. If he wishes to follow, Nagruk would not stop him, though a final glance spared glitters with faint approval.