Qeya River sloth

Amalia wagged her tail once more. She was a polite type of wolf. Her father and mother both had instilled manners into her. Though, she was fairly certain that somewhere down the line it had been a means of her entire genetic family.

Amalia allowed him to lead the way. The simple fact was it could be dangerous up here, if one wasn't careful. Higher elevations colder ice and slippy conditions.

Amalia's tail moved quicker. Me too. Aunt Blue Willow, she married someone with an L. Her brother was my great grandfather. So it's a fair way back, but yes.

She smiled and carefully stepped down towards the waterfall, a beautiful, majestic thing.