Qeya River relajo

Ash had become a wraith among the wolves of Qeya. Avoiding them at all costs. Preferring to commune with her angels and her devils and speak to her gods. She had set up her altars and she had done what she could for her children. And now she was stuck unsure. There was still a haughty tilt to her head. And the way she held her small frame spoke of a prideful woman.

It was silver she came across. Blue eyes lighting across the she wolf and then darting to the board. She gathered her wretched thoughts to her like armor and smiled.

What is this?