Qeya River flint pond

The land was crisp, cold. Meleys grew older, yet still felt not an ounce of stiffness in her bones during the snows nor when she was on a long, cold march. She was still young yet! Mate-less now. Still, without grown children to admire on the runs. She would have to admire herself, then. 

Along the icy banks, she licked at its waters. Then a call sounded further downstream as the glacier waters swept toward the coast far from here. It was a rare instant when she wasn't in eye view of the herd. 

Now she comes, to greet her brother and his two accomplices on their mission, yet more importantly, @Ghelan. Already the boy was grown into a tall figure. His lame leg mentioned by his father noticed only when he moved. He seemed quite built, though she wondered if he had kept them longer then expected. 

Ghelan, I have been waiting to meet you, young buck. Her Lanzadoii spoke thickly, almost as a test, to see if he had learned it. Yet, also, because her common speech was minimal, yet perhaps not as much as Cen's Sun Eater's. I'm Meleys. She then adds, Your aunt.