Qeya River body like a whiplash

Nah, you're good :D

It quickly became clear to the priest that this was not going to be the place where he would find what he was looking for. The area seemed devoid of the precious life that he searched for — frogs and eggs. Talismans of birth and protection to present to the new mother and assure the newborns safety from the Heartless. The river was peppered with floating ice and seemed unforgivingly cold. Phares backed away from its banks, not favouring a fall into the chilly waters, before looking up to see if there was any chances of finding a nest in the trees surrounding the area.

Instead, he found himself staring at the small, pale form of a cub. Even at a distance, he could tell she was only a few months old. The priest stared back at her, noting the sound of her soft growl carrying over to his ears. He offered back a polite smile that quickly disappeared when another showed up. He was a slim man, almost coyote-like, nothing like the two beasts that had confronted him before. The scent of Drageda was heavy on their pelts. The pack seemed to guard their territory and the surrounding lands with an iron fist.

"I mean no harm," he called with a wave of his tail, hoping to disarm the two wolves. Despite one being only a child and the other no bigger than himself, he knew that they could easily call upon the rest of their pack who would surely arrive in no time. "I apologise for being so close to your lands."