Qeya River but i am petrified

He came through the valley at a skittering pace, like a spider avoiding a rainstorm. Ducking beneath the boughs of the occasional tree, or creeping through the smaller bushes and brambles in his way. Soon enough the slender figure came upon a river. Without much thought, the boy followed it — clinging to the edge as if the river would lead him to safety. By the time night had begun to fall he was tired; his body begged for respite, or at least a drink. So the boy, desperate in his needs and careless in his pursuit of them, crept down to the river's side and dunked his snout in. The cold of the water shocked him at first, but after blowing bubbles out of his nose for a second or two, he lifted it free and began to consume. Kasiya's ears pivoted in every direction, at every sound. It was almost like he was being followed (or perhaps his mind was tainted by paranoia). As soon as he had swallowed a belly-worth of water, he hastily hoisted himself up the embankment.