Qeya River She has abandoned all rules of chaos.

She did not make it far from Duskfire before hearing her name on the tongue of someone she'd hoped to avoid. Wayfarer stopped dead in her tracks, her breath hitching as ice cold dread crept into her bones. The girl lingered there for a moment, torn three ways: pretending she hadn't heard her mother's call, giving in to emotion by telling her to fuck off, or giving her a chance to take ownership for her wrongdoings.

As she shifted to blink over a stiffened shoulder at the she-wolf she so resembled, consideration for that latter option dissipated. Her ears twitched backward and she stared across the clearing with a blank expression as she bluntly asked: "what?"