Sleeping Dragon burning the letters that might have redeemed you

The smaller wolf falls in stride next to her and she casts a quick glance to her side to watch the briefest of moments. Her attention returns ahead of her as she follows a trail with she’s been making herself comfortable with. She’d worked quickly to memorize the layout of the territory, remembering easily where the best spots are and where they’d come together. A lethal ledge south east of the mountain--that after a few changes in direction—Thuringwethil brings Hush.

From where she stands, she can see the closest portion of the river Reek calls the Qeya. A tree to her left is barely hanging by the roots over the ledge that strong push might send barreling over. The stony ground beneath her feet give her a little security in where she stands that it’s not going to fall out from beneath her. After a moment of looking across the valley, she turns to her companion. “This is where we will meet,” she tells him, looking back for his reaction. It won’t be hard to find in the future, when either of them call the wolves together. 

“And that river, we do not hunt below it.”