Qeya River sloth

"amalia. hello." lestan looked over to where the other natigvik wolf had joined him on the cliffs. "that glacier over there. do you know its name?" 
he liked how it protected the qeya from harm in one direction, and how the coldness seemed to intensify here. he glanced at the falls now, the crash of water below. 
"this is a truly beautiful place," he said, a bit breathlessly.