Qeya River dance the ghost with me

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for the first time in days, wren had gone beyond the vicinity of the den. now that her children were old enough to walk, she felt less guilty doing so. her mission today was simple exploration.
the riverbed was vast, and well protected by seemingly endless woodland and the ever-intimidating backdrop of the glacier. the interior was well marked with scents, but the outskirts were not — and up until now, wren hadn't worried much about it. qeya river was secluded, and they had only one neighbor to the north, right?
right.
when her gaze caught the shade of a man frighteningly familiar, it was as if the world collapsed into slow motion. he would not find silvertongue, but instead her wife who now stared at him, wide-eyed.
akavir? what the fuck are you doing here?