Qeya River danse macabre

The cunning woman stalked over the ground, footfalls silent, towards the river. Here, it was cold. But cold meant that the lesser beings that roamed these lands would be weak and easy for the taking. Ice blocks ran down the river, none seemed to carry anything upon them. The water would be cold. Flashing her teeth at the river in annoyance, she looked up and down. She wasn't stupid enough to jump in and try to swim across, she'd accumulated many years of wiseness on her shoulders for that kinda crap. 

A low sound, rumbling like churning ice, resonated from her chest. One may mistake it for a purr, but it was annoyance that fueled this sound. She stretched out, eyes looking again up and down the river. Up...and down. She needed to cross to the west side, out there were grassier plains, plus she wasn't one for taking the long route.

Sitting down, her tail swiping behind her in contemplation of her situation, she tried to find a solution before heading all the way east to then cross, because then she'd have to come back north, and that would be an effort she couldn't afford.

A wolf crossed into her vision, she turned to watch their form with predatory intent, her gaze sharp and emotionless. Her tail flared up to show her displeasure at their presence, she didn't care for lupine troubles today.