Qeya River "if only, if only," the woodpecker sighs

sorry for the short/crap post. I was half asleep >_> @Denali

Since her return to Sleeping Dragon from the coast, she'd spent little time outside the borders. The closest she'd come was with the new joiner, one with similar beliefs of Gyda, just outside her claim. Leaving the territory for a few hours, once making sure Dio was near Gyda to guard, she travels down the length of the river until it pools into a lake. It meets part of the ridge, but otherwise surrounded by trees and tucked away from view. The small body of water is peaceful this day and the inky leader drops her head for a drink of cool water.

Thuringwethil licks her lips slowly, removing traces of water from her muzzle, and glances back down to the lake. She can't see below the surface, but the wonder of whether or not anything is below lingers. She'd never been much of a fisher, but some had come and gone, and the skills of her current hunters are largely unknown in the face of a famine. With a sigh escaping her, she shifts until she's parallel with the bank and begins her trek home.