before the chieftain could decide upon a proper choice of response, he was momentarily tongue-twisted by the crushingly familiar sight of pale fur and red eyes. it did not matter that his own gaze immediately saw she was not red leaf; all he could see was his erstwhile wife. hatred and a fierce lust for how yielding she had been encircled any voice, and he merely stared in hot confusion at the woman who wore a face he had left behind.
kusaxasaa was experienced with sharadoii words, having learned it to win gheli. it bittered him that the first woman ever loved had not been lanzadoii, and that he had continued to make its mistake. but he could not help but soften with the woman so close, and this he resented outright.
you have a ceremony happening.it was a challenge, spoken in affable voice.
why not also choose a man from among the saatsine? we are all caribou hunters.she had not raised her teeth to their staying. was it because of his warriors or a grudging welcome? kusaxasaa meant to know.
