Qeya River pioneers

hope yall dont mind imaq..can just be a cameo if that's preferred!

The gilded merle crept forward just an inch or two more, weight held agonizingly in her upper body to keep the snow from shifting around too much or any hidden twigs from crackling beneath her form despite how her ribs and shoulders screamed in protest at the motion. The she-dog hadn't planned on remaining concealed on her trek down the footpaths in search of game but when she heard the somewhat familiar tones of Tzila's call, the shaman had paused to cast searching gems of verdant cerulean about. A peek through the frost-withered underbrush revealed the dark warrior's sinewy figure and that of the firebrand's in her agouti shawl of charred firewood.

Imaq hesitated to encroach upon the meeting, wondering if perhaps the two women knew each other and she should leave them to their reunion in peace. Another, anxious aspect of her mind argued that the girl might in fact be a stranger, maybe even a quarrelsome one though she seemed neutral enough from here. Uncertain, the dove furrowed her brows in indecision and remained hunkered low to the ground where she would keep an eye on her tribe member from afar.