Qeya River You're gonna catch a cold

i should really catch up on other threads but one more for her.

Manauia had been lax, but she did not share her sister's views that the prince needed constant watching.  She had not hovered before and did not intend to now... If she wanted to babysit, she might have sought to have children herself.  Since she had no interest in that, she certainly wasn't going to follow Tezca around all day.  If he couldn't deal with minor threats he may come across than he had no right to claim Kingship (ridiculous an idea a king even was).  Even in this cesspit that so many wolves chose to live in.

The larger threats she was wary of, though.  If she was aware of it (idk) she approved of his dealing with that Viking liar.  His blood was rightly spilt, and it was even more proper that the prince deal his own justice.  Such was the Amazonian way.  The result of that action could come back at them at any time, should one of his followers realize who did the deed. It was this threat, and the rival packs around, that worried her most.  When that reckoning came, however, she imagined it would come knocking on Frostfire borders.  The prince was no idiot, she trusted he would avoid inciting alone. And when it came, she would be prepared.

Today she stepped away from the rise, shaking dust from her coat.  Her sisters preferred the use of a den but still she slept outside, a short ways away.  Being surrounded by walls didn't suit her unless necessary... It made her feel cornered.  Put a single ledge at her back and she was content.  Stretching, she made her way down the ridge and towards the river that rode along it's base.  The water was icy, she knew, but the fish were large.  Such prey wasn't the huntress's first choice, but she was apt at the art.  She picked her way down to the water, submerging front paws with a shiver that slowly stilled accustomed numbness took over, and waited.