Qeya River You're gonna catch a cold

Frostfire Ridge practically overlooked Duskfire Glacier and so it was not long before Tuwawi deigned to traverse the tragic haunt in an attempt to bury her skeletons and put the past to rest. She moved westward, through the alpine forest and skirted round the melt-water lake, admiring just how lush and stoic the land could be. It was a shame that so many terrible things had brought upon Duskfire's downfall. It had been a dream full of promise, but now it was nothing but a fading nightmare inthe back of the ember's mind. She let out a weary sigh and crossed the lupine fields towards the southern river, eager to follow it back to her new home. 

However, a familiar figure stood on its bank. "Manauia?" Tuwawi called out as she moved towards the amazon woman. Tyrr had mentioned she was the only other wolf who had stayed following Ankyara's assault — but it made sense. After all, she had always been most loyal to the dark prince.