Qeya River draw a line in the sand

dated forward to when @Blackfell is a member

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The morning sun cut through the skeletal trees, pale light glinting off the frost that clung stubbornly to every surface. Gjalla walked along the edge of the clearing, her silhouette stark against the soft white of the snow. Her sharp gaze swept across the figures of her packmates as they roused from the night's rest, scattered as they begun on their daily routines.

Blackfell lingered among them now, a shadow that had stubbornly grafted itself to their fold. She had allowed it—or rather, had not contested it—but that didn’t mean she’d grown comfortable with his presence. 

Begrudgingly, the princess had decided to indulge the man. If he was so keen on staying at her side, he would work while he did. Nearing his sleeping form, Gjalla tipped her chin in his direction, the motion brisk and unspokenly commanding. "Come." she told him before she turned on her heel, leading the way toward the distant treeline. May as well mark Saatine's temporary borders.