Oh, your writing is so amazing. I can hear them, see them, and every one of them from Kimahri to Chappu just steps off the page and into one's mind. It's an unflattering portrait of their world at times, so very real, from the odd Ronso ritual (that seems so right) to Chappu's banging their teeth together, and it not really mattering. Poor little Yuna. Her personality/voice isn't coming through with quite as much force and vividness as Kimahri and Chappu, but then she's a rather timid figure. I love the metaphor of her clinging to Kimahri like squirrel to oak. So typical that she would try to save a dog past saving.
Your wonderfully well-chosen phrasing challenges me not to be satisfied with my own clumsy attempts to tell a story; you make every sentence a small piece of art.