Qeya River pride

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a wind rose from the long land behind lestan; it scudded over his shoulders like the rake of winterbreath. he shivered and shut his eyes.
when he opened them, a slender black wolf was approaching. she was taller than he, and built for hunting the little animals and birds which certainly had made a home of this river. 
her eyes were the shade of springtime. 
"latha mah," he said quietly, bracing his shoulders. "ah, i mean! hello. i am lestan, of the mayfairs." he flicked his ears. "do you live here?"