Qeya River i carefully did stray

stealig cause i love these 2

A cold chill woke her. She got to her feet, nose in the air. Stealing a paonful breath of cool air. It stirred her chest and her tongue cooled in the air.

Amalia had the same thoughts as Kivaluk, though hers were tempered with a knowledge he didn't boast yet. She had lived through sparse winters.

She sniffed and nosed from border to border and cache to cache deciding she'd hunt somw rabbits at the very least. Maybe somw gophwrs. Worse things she could fish.

She shuddered at the thought of fishing in the cold Qeya. But she'd do it for her small found family.

It was with this in mind she traversed through the pack lands.