Qeya River dva

step, step, step.

up, up, up.

the cold winds ruffled glacial furs as she moved, ripples over her muscles beneath. the task was good for both mind and body. she felt handsome when putting on displays of strength. when she turned to angle her position differently, she spotted him.

did she flex for him from her spot some stones up above?

the position she had assumed in her halt was not dominant, but it was wide and open. a true come look kind of stance.