Qeya River but i am petrified

Her strong limbs carried her from one region to the next. She was an exploratory creature, and did what befitted her. Whether or not she came upon others was of no consequence; sometimes she dealt with them, other times she did not. She was heading now toward the ocean to investigate it, though felt she would likely return to the mountains afterward. There was something of interest there, something she had not expected to find but had. Her tentativeness on the subject was enough to lure her... which was perhaps why she neared the river at all before turning and going to the coastline then and there.

Sangilak's companion was nearby somewhere, and at present she was joined by another wolf of hers she had happened across. The two behemoths traveled side-by-side as Sangilak had told him of her discoveries thus far, and when she bid him go, he departed her company. It was then she noted the skittish wolf who crept up and out of the river, and his familiar features caused Sangilak to move toward him with no query in her step. Her tail was well over her hindquarters as she stared at him, a snarl brewing deep within her throat. There was another coming to join them in the distance, but this was her battle.

Ah, but it was then the scent hit her. No, she did not know this one as she had thought she had. So her features relaxed and her aggression had seemed to fade... but her curiosity had not, and her need to be certain kept her moving toward him. Sangilak already seemed possessive of him on the principle that this might still be the enemy, but if not, well, then things would change entirely.