Qeya River body like a whiplash

Preoccupation has consumed the silver-furred child as she moved swiftly through the territory, not paying too much mind for her surroundings. It was a beautiful day and Freyja found herself enjoying the day much more than she had anticipated. A gentle breeze was upon the mountain territory, keeping conditions of the cooler side. Enjoying the weather almost too much, Freyja’s paws had carried her just beyond the borders of Sleeping Dragon.

She only found herself realizing just what she had done as the form of another came into sight. Instinctively, thinking she was still within her pack’s border, her fur pricked and a low growl fell from her lips as she stared at the red-furred wolf. Despite the distance between them she could smell that he was not one of the mountain pack.