Qeya River but i am petrified

She had been drawing away as the skittish wolf had been, though her movements were more distinct and indiscreet. Her drive had been to move with him, and when she heard the other offer what the timid male had mentioned, her ear twitched and her eyes turned to him. Sangilak was fully regarded, next, and licked her chops at the invitation. The Inuktitut woman preferred fish from the ocean, but was nondiscriminatory when it came to what she ate at the end of the day. If Lucani knew a place where the fishing was easy, Sangilak herself wanted to know it. Surely she would not take the exhausted wolf she behaved so warmly toward to an area he could hardly stand within. Either way, Sangilak was intrigued by the other and wondered what the limit of her kindness toward the wolves who looked weak happened to be. Sangilak herself scarcely had interest in them, unless they had food she could take from them. Any she did not deem pack were vulnerable to the potential of this, and even if they were there was that risk when the going was hard. The other wolf, however, could simply be tired from his journey... and so, she was not sure where he rest upon life's totem pole.