Qeya River Chapter one - Page 2.

Thyra journeyed far from the Keep, in search of grounds that the pack could call home for the winter. She smelled the cool glacier air and was drawn toward it, not because it might make a nice home, but because it was what she knew, and what she was fond of. She detested the lowlands, finding them boring and almost exhausting, in a way. Time simply flew when she travelled along ridges and navigated mountain passes. Meadows and plains, however...With the same view in all directions for days? It did nothing for her enthusiasm. 

Surely she would be forgiven for visiting the glacier for a day before she cut a return path and began to explore the lands further south from the Keep. Her vagabond heart desired it, and she listened like an eager little elf, following the rich blue river up the incline, passing a few small waterfalls on the way. 

A voice caught her attention, and as she rounded a bend, she saw a patch of sunlight spilled upon the mossy riverbank; a patch of sunlight that was soft and silken, but had curves and edges and the shape of a wolf. Warmth drew to her cheeks as Thyra blinked in surprise. She hadn't expected to meet another, and she certainly hadn't expected to meet someone so outwardly pretty.