Qeya River it's a narrow neck of land

"Thuringwethil," the yearling responded slowly, wanting to make sure she had gotten the unique name correct. She wasn't entirely sure of the woman's position in the pack but assumed it was one of more prestige from the way she carried herself and her manner. "I met her on a cliffside to the west." Emaleth fell silent, then, waiting for what she was sure would be another question— the tone of the conversation had shifted, but she assumed it was that the younger female was exercising her skills as a guardian. Emaleth had done as much upon the borders of Donnelaith.

When she was met with more cold questioning, Emaleth dismissed herself, uninterested in the posturing of a child much younger than herself.