Qeya River down by the walls of wapping

Amalia had learned in her short time alive. That time is the test for all things. Healing, dividing, and so much more. It was both hard to fathom, but also relatively easy. And it also depended on the soul that beat beneath your breast, what you made of the world and what it threw at you.

She nodded and bent her nose to the trail. Let's go then.

She gave a sharp smile and again followed the trail. Ears twitching at the sounds around them. Silent footfalls, nose taking in all odors. She was watching. Foxes were wily things and she didn't really want to have to fight one, they could be awful, and their scratches could render you blind.