Qeya River we got money ... we got dreams

It was ugly that they complimented one another.

His muzzle near her own, the pale of her furs against the dark of his.

She turned sharp and cut her path for the upper woodlands, near the glaciers overlooking the valley. A place that would likely be silent with other bodies given tasks for the day.

She spared him one look.

It was clear she expected him to follow.