Qeya River pioneers

Having taken a brief outing away from the Glacier, Tzila had traveled south, following the route of the river. She was on the lookout for any signs of Rainbow or Cutthroat trout that might be found in abundance in the river. With little luck on the fish, as she guessed it was still too early for them to spawn, she set her sights on a much more likely target. Beaver. The oversized rodents were plentiful in these parts, and infamous for building their dams in streams such as these. Culling their population by one individual wouldn't do any harm. The meat would be a welcome addition in the packs stores, and the pelt, surely appreciated by Imaq or Iana.

With her damp, large prize clutched tightly in her jaws, she looked a little bedraggled with her wet legs and spiked guard hairs from her tussle with the rodent in the water. She hardly minded. After having lived along the shores of Yuelong for roughly a year, she was used to getting wet from time to time. What she did not miss, was the salt air and sand. 

On her way home, she was pleased to see the Glacier come into view, marking the last leg of her trip. What she didn't expect, was to see a lone figure ahead of her, staring off in the same direction. She squinted. The wolf was small, but also dark like her with tints of rust in her coat. Despite her larger size, Tzila had managed to navigate the ice carefully, learning the delicate task of distributing her weight in the right spot, at the right time. So as not to startle her, she called out in a soft whuff  before she would move any closer.