Qeya River crow's cry

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lestan had spent the better part of several hours hunting a marmot in the cliffside. he had turned up scuffed, dusty, smeared with mud — and victorious.
but when the small scarlet woman commanded him, lestan let the fat furry animal drop with a thump. "uhum," he said elegantly, mind suggesting this must be — sakhmet? she matched the dominant scents upon the border. "h-hunting, ma'am — issumatar." brilliant introduction. "well, i'm just learning how to hunt. hunt here, i mean! i can hunt other places," rambling again. he checked himself. "i am an aspiring hunter, diplomat, and historian."