Qeya River Tumbleweed

Amalia wasn't certain, entirely, but something was different about Reno. He was, well perhaps it was not she he had wanted to see. His call had asked for joining, and she was a member, allowed to go to the borders. So she took a step back from him, one ear down and another up for a moment, unsure.

Though his next words and the crooked smile she found so endearing soon took place, and she shoved the confusion and the unsureity beneath, deep deep beneath. She would revisit it another time, when she was more willing to look at her own emotions.

Amalia smiled. Mhmm. This is Natigvik.

His next words drew her pause and she blinked. Ay yes. Mr. Briggs brought Miss. Sadey when she was wounded by a black furred beast, as Mr. Briggs called him. They are wintering with us. I have also met your friend Augustin? Yes. Mr. Briggs isn't a scoundrel, he has a silver tongue, and likes his woman, but he does not seem vicious.

She wagged her tail happily. She was glad she could share that with him, that she had met his friends.