Qeya River a story of its own,

AW, deerstalker (scavenging!) #10 (prey: elk, success)

Imaq hadn't intended to hunt or search for prey that morning. In fact, it was quite the opposite: she meant to take a break from hunting for the day and work on some furs for the expecting she-wolves of her tribe. Perhaps search for some other trinkets to wrap in the hides for the women -- a gift of welcome for their unborn pups, such as had been given in Nunaat. 

But when she made her way down to the riverside of the Qeya to use the cool waters and relax by the rumbling roil of whitewater, a familiar sound -- one she had heard throughout her youth -- the shepherd found the half-eaten remains of a kill. It looked as if a bear had originally gotten to it but it appeared to have been washed away downstream. 

Imaq searched carefully but saw no sign of any other predators nearby. She stashed the hides she'd brought with her to the River and then returned to the bloated elk ewe -- trying to decide how to best divvy it up to transport back to the Glacier with a tilt of her gilded crown.