Qeya River down by the walls of wapping

Amalia because she only needs one more thread to get warden base.

Amalia found herself heading towards the borders again. A regular haunt. Between border patrol and hunting. She hadn't had much time to just be and converse with anyone.

Briggs scent was cold and dead. Sadey still swirled around edges though she had been scarce lately. She was honoring her promise to stay though. She hadn't seen Reno.

Kivaluks unique scent filtered into her nose and she quickly changed course. She wished to check in with the youth. He had had many changes in his young life. And she still felt a disconnect with her found family lately since the arrival of the surly teenager from Tartok.