Qeya River and when you move, fall like a thunderbolt

Snacha, kneeling before the Commander, listens softly to her words. Relief floods her body as she realized that Thuringwethil isn't sending her home after all, but instead commands her to stay. There is a hint of pride in her voice as she commends her for being the only one to fulfill the agreement. Some movement follows her words, and Snacha glanced up briefly to see the woman shaking out her fur and stamping her feet. The waters are cold and freezing here. She almost suggests they get moving to renew the blood in her veins, yet she remained silent. It is not her place to give suggestions.

“You know nothing of Seageda.” The words resound in her ears as one flicked forward in confusion. Is Thuringwethil assuming she knows nothing of her pack's ways or is she commanding her to stay silent about what happened? Only a moment passed and already Snacha knew that her life here depends upon her loyalty to her commander. "Aye, Commander, I know nothing of Seageda. I was sent here to serve you by Trigeda Clan." Whatever this journey would entail, Snacha was ready for it. "How may I serve you, Commander?"