Raven's Watch viii Sanctified by their affliction.

Kigipigak found a singular enjoyment when her teeth grazed his cheek. The sound of her laughter hissed through fangs. Little things that he could get used to. 

A spiteful tone flavored her words next. The commentary made Kigipigak's brow raise and he nearly missed a step scrambling up the cliffside but saved himself in time, thinking of this harem. It was not a concept he was familiar with (nor was the word she used for them) but the derision was not surprising; women bickered like children when together, or so he had learned of his sisters. A poor sample group.

They will do what you say too. If you challenge them and win. As issumatar— he paused there, as her shape had vanished down a corridor of rock and bramble. A flash of her tail fur indicated which way she had lunged next and so he followed doggedly.

As Valmua continued to hunt for a path Kigipigak shouted from behind. Will you follow Tartok custom and rule, or will the brother? Your ways are.. different. Kigipigak hoisted himself front-first on to a ledge and then spent a moment scrambling as he awkwardly pulled one leg then another up, claws hooking on exposed shale.