Totoka River it’s yours and it’s mine.

The young man didn’t respond. He knew well the importance of the to’lang and he knew better than to question her reasoning beyond what she had already shared. When it was mentioned, Stormchaser knew that it was all the reason she needed. Questions rarely conjured informative answers. Qiao had a tendency to mix her teachings with abstract ideas, things he could not see. Still, he followed.

What good is a body of water you can’t drink from?

It made little sense that there would be something of that magnitude, carrying enough water to satiate the thirst of all living things. It was cruel, perhaps, that so much of it would exist without benefiting the life around it. The more he learned of the world, the more he found that it was fond of taking.

The hum of a stranger drew the young wolf's ears to a point. He scanned with hawkish eyes to find where the sound originated. A chuff exited his lips, warning Qiao that they were not alone.