Kildeer Rest nìkeftxo

with each approaching step of sega, ravah only grows more tense. tense in her stance, a stiffening of her legs and her neck. tense in her gaze that cuts from the boy to him. 

but most tense of all whenever sega flags himself beside her, as if she is something to be claimed. reeking of dominance, the woman instinctively steps away from him, and cuts him a questioning stare. 

he had never treated her in such a way, never. chieftain or not, she saw no reason for him to begin now. certainly not when she knew there were plenty of young women in great sky lining up to receive their cut of attention from sega tuhut. 

whoever that was.

a boy. she replies. curt. uncharacteristically cold to him, now. lost. say he looking for brother.

and then her gaze slithers back to the yearling who has lowered himself in submission upon the ground, his eating paused. recognizing the need for it, she says nothing and instead looks to her leader to address him.