Qeya River pioneers

Pele had already searched Whitebark Stream for traces of her family pack, but there were no scents anywhere near the place. It seemed that those who had once lived there had moved on long ago, and with no hints as to where they might have gone, Pele picked a direction and kept going. She followed the stream back up to the main river, and then went west. It was all ice up here. It was technically spring, but she was in the northern territories of the Teekon Wilds, and up here, it was always cold. Far ahead, she could see a massive glacier, and below it, a half-frozen lake. Even where she stood, she had to watch her step, for the ground was slippery with ice. Not for the first time, she thanked her small stature, for if she’d been heavier, she might have fallen through the ice in several places by now. As she stared up at the glacier in the distance, she wondered vaguely what to do now…