Qeya River dignity broke the fall.

of course! this can be the last then? thank you for the thread!!

name fits him. he certainly has the colors for it. borya nods to him; the chain around her neck clatters with the movement. might be a foolish move, to run so far from your pack's lands not knowing how to get back – something she'd have liked his parents to teach him, maybe this'll be the reason they need – but it's nice to see he came out with some manners.

"frost," she repeats, returns just a hint of a smile. "name's borya."

she turns along the bank, takes a quick look to make sure she's got the right direction. river hasn't quite overflowed its banks yet; should be safe enough to travel the edge, even for a cub. she's a strong swimmer, if she needs it, though it seems he'll be able to keep safe.

"come," she says. stops on the way to scoop the fish back into her jaws. if it's too long a trip, they'll need the meal. no intention of letting it go to waste.