Qeya River run

There was such a great many of them, here in the taiga. Her focus remains to them. Grey eyes seeking, she thinks of 'Scar', a great old mother of Meleys' old herd. Meleys had tried to down her many times with her people, yet they failed each time. Scar had even trampled Meleys twins and a few others of the season. 

It was her own name being called back to her which broke the woman's focus. The phantom lifts her head, duel-shaded eyes squinting. A stark black wolf, large and of no particular distinctive markings savor the fact that he was missing an eye. 

His steps quickened, he drew nearer. His one blue-grey eye... Cen - brother. Alas, this was her young brother! The dark woman lifts, pacing quickly after him. Their run causing some of the herd to slitter away. You've grown into someone far larger and stronger then I remember!