Qeya River dignity broke the fall.

doesn't seem to bother him, when she gets close. seems to calm him, if anything – won't pretend she understands why. she wouldn't be calmed, seeing herself, chain and scars. especially not from the eyes of a wolf cub.

"unless you've been running more than a day, should follow the river up. streams'll branch off from there. hope you'll recognize a bit of yours." borya indicates the sweep of the river with her nose, eyes the cub. might not be clear enough, though she'd hope he knew his home when he came to it.

maybe not so easy in the rain, and she's already offered this much. rather not leave him out here to whoever else might come up, if he stays lost. not many bears are friendly. not many wolves, either. "can follow, if you need."