Qeya River LXIX

a man sat at qeya river's doorstep.
wren was the one to answer, weaving through the dark of the evergreens only to burst out at the northern border. permafrost glistened here, and the leader's breath came out in long spirals of steam.
she did not recognize this one, but he smells of mountain pine. she studies him with a suspicious glare before she speaks. who are you, and why are you here?