Qeya River Simmik

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Muscles tensed, a streak of silver darting just within the limits of her peripheral. With painstakingly slow movements, the Inuk began to raise her head, preparing to lurch forward into the chilled waters. One second, two seconds—time dragged on and the winds shifted, alerting her to the unwelcome guests, but it had happened too late. Before she’d even a chance to react, the water that was once below her was then above her, body submerged. Although she was used to the cold, the suddenness of the connection left her stunned, the burning sensation in her lungs having been the only occurrence able to bring her back to reality. Forelimbs stretched out before her, reaching in the direction whence the light shone down through, then pulled back towards her abruptly. Following suit were her hind legs, which pushed against the water in order to propel her upwards, allowing her head to break through the liquid’s surface. The moment she felt the wind brushing through the sopping fur atop her crown the girl drew in a breath, greedily sucking in just as much oxygen as her lungs could contain. Exhaling, she scanned her surroundings, searching for the culprit and then spotting the duo onshore. Blinded by anger, she was unable to recognize them, and so they were greeted with a snarl after she’d paddled to shore and pulled herself back out and onto dry land.

Droplets of water rolled off her body and dripped down against the earth, the urge to shake herself free of the liquid having gone unanswered. Instead, her fiery gaze locked onto the darkest wolf, for his position had seemed to be the closest to her's; it was decided that he had committed the act against her and, though she had no concrete evidence, she proceeded with that assumption in mind. “Ajaigâlunguna!” declared the northerner, a growl intertwined with her voice. “Akilettaulâttuk.” She could dimly recall having heard him speak in her tongue whilst her head was still surrounded by the water, but even that would not save him. Such strong emotions were felt searing through her body, and yet, she hadn’t lunged towards the male. She merely glared, hot-headed, but not so terribly moronic that she believed herself capable of handling two wolves on her own. The other female’s presence was the only thing to keep the aggravated Apaata at bay.

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