Qeya River they fight like soldiers, they die like children

He doesn’t speak right away when he advances and instantly her own muscles tense and she points her nose downward, watching him carefully. He only takes a few steps before he speaks and her eyes narrow, staring him down as if her own gaze might get him to turn back. The fumble of words causes her own fur to bristle while the fur on the back of her neck. After meeting Tavi and seeing Reek again, she feels a little confused about what Esaro might show up at the river and destroy everything in the process that might be considered reconciliation. Perhaps, once more, the wolf is oblivious to what happens in his pack and this time his ignorance cannot be blamed.

“Go home, Esaro,” the dark leader commands. She doesn’t step forward, doesn’t push herself into the water. Her lips twitch and flash her teeth as her only warning. If Esaro continues to step through the river, reaching Sleeping Dragon’s side, she’d take matters into her own hands. She doubts the leader of the Phoenix knows of his presence but any further steps through the rushing water, they wouldn’t see him alive again.