Ysaryn chuckled low over the octopus she'd claimed. "Very magic, yes." She confirmed with an eyebrow waggle. Her eyes watched Ruli as he chose one of the fish and sat quietly in the corner with it, offering no intrusion into their conversation. For a few moments, she observed him before grinning back to Kire. 

"I am chief, after. Born of right." Ysaryn answered. "But, until I am prove ready, old chief holds control of warriors. My mate may challenge him for this position. I run whole tribe. Mate can run warriors. My father, born of right. Not mother. She is only mate. No control. Save for over father." She added with a mischievous grin. 

She took a moment to enjoy her meal before looking back up, searching Kire's real face with interest. "You are chief, almost?" She remembered. "You do not want to marry or find a mate?" Ruli glanced up, curious over the word 'chief' to describe Kire, but lowered his head against shortly.