Qeya River never knowing when the shake's steady

Queenie wasn't entirely sure what to make of being back in the Wilds, but she knew that she'd come for a reason. Before leaving, she'd promised a home and safety for her offspring, but instead she'd abandoned them and left them motherless with no other option but to suckle at the breast of a stranger. A part of Queenie was disgusted with herself for having left, but they were of no use to her back then. It was now that her presence really mattered, and she planned carry through.

The Taiga was blanketed in ice and snow. There were a few streams that ran fervently enough to keep themselves thawed, but they seemed far between. It had been a few days since she'd reentered the Wilds, so Queenie figured that she owed it to herself to have a rest. She carried herself to the river's bank and settled down onto her side, eyes darting around to take in the familiar scenery.