Qeya River wrath

not cheating at all!

He returned.

A call on the breeze of Natigvik from their newest. It seemed he had done his job, at least the first part of it. Now she approached him with a jog. Lean limbs ate up the land beneath her before she came to a strong halt before him.

A pelt.

A feather.

Proof of his findings and his venture there.

Tell me of your journey, She prompted. Certain that she could fill in Kigipigak whenever he arrived, if he had time for such a meeting today.