Qeya River concert roar

lemme know if this doesn't work, borders logistics wise :) tags for ref

@Bronco was never far off, but sometimes Blueberry wandered a bit, lost in her own thoughts. It was one of these times that brought her to a river, flowing down from the icy mountains. She came to the bank and drank thirstily, the cold both abrasive and soothing down her throat.

After a few moments, she looked up, chin dripping, to see a russet shadow, some ways away.

Her nostrils flared. There were wolf-scents here, but she didn't think them enough to be a pack. Still, she bristled a bit to see a stranger, automatically wary. Kept her composure for the most part, though, and lifted herself to a standing position, watching the. . .woman. She thought, anyway.