Qeya River it's a narrow neck of land

Terribly sorry for the wait, love. <3

Though she couldn’t quite put a paw on it, something had driven Freyja away from the den she was sharing with Seff, past the geyser fields, and out of the territory. Perhaps it had been the upset she felt upon her parents sudden departure, or perhaps it was the emptiness that had ensued within her chest when they had taken off. She had still yet to disclose to them that she was leaving Sleeping Dragon, nor had she honestly planned on disclosing such plans, but, still, she felt herself terribly saddened that they had left before she had.

Soon enough her paws had drawn her to the shores of the Qeya River. Drawing herself before the water, the child bent over and drank. She did not thirst, nor did she really feel much in that moment. Instead, she just did it as something the distract her in that moment for all that had happened and for all that was to be.

When she had gotten well over her fill, she raised her head and observed the area around her. A dark figure soon came into sight and soon Freyja’s ears cupped forward and her eyes settled on the other. Chuffing lightly in the other’s direction, she looked expectantly at the other, curious if this wolf would give her the time of day or not.