Qeya River we got money ... we got dreams

Further approval.

It glowed in her moon gaze, set hard against the earthen state of his coloring.

He spoke with the knowledge of a fine hunter, but not one accustomed to the land of the taiga. Her lips lifted ever so slightly.

I believe you'll learn more about what lives in the snow, the longer you're here.

They had not spoken at length of his stay, but it was open now.