Qeya River down by the walls of wapping

i hope i will, is all kivaluk has to offer further on the topic of spring; though time was the only true test that would tell. kivaluk, however, doesn't think about it for long. his attention is enraptured by the foxes that have crossed brazenly into their claim.

she asks what he wants to do and he hesitates for a moment, considering. let's follow their trail, he suggests. if they seem like they're moving on we'll let them be but if it seems like they're lingering we can chase them out.