Qeya River i carefully did stray

it does not surprise kivaluk that he comes across amalia rather quickly. he takes note of her continued contribution and loyalty to natigvik, wondering if his mother has done the same. though he has existed largely in his own world, trying and failing to hold onto a cubhood that no longer feels like it belongs to him, he has subconsciously shifted focus to more adult concerning things. noting who he trusted, those who he knew beyond name alone ...and those whom he did not ( of no one's fault but his own, surely ).

he tucks thoughts away as he approaches with a soft chuff to both greet and announce himself to her.

amalia, he greets with a small smile and wag of his tail. fancy another try at fishing? he inquires, unwittingly following her trail of thought; blissfully unaware that the waters of the river would be colder now that autumn and the dreaded winter he's heard about, was on its way.