Qeya River tight rope

suliya said nothing more, her focus narrowing to the bull. her body dipped low, pressing close to the earth as she crept forward, her pale form blending with the snow and frost.

then she struck.

like a shadow, she burst from her cover, a blur of movement; wild. her sharp barks shattered the still air, and the herd reacted instantly, chaos erupting as caribou scattered in all directions. but suliya was relentless, her path cutting through the confusion like a blade, isolating the bull with precision.

she circled wide, snapping at the air near its flanks to steer it. the massive creature huffed and lunged forward, its heavy body barreling away from the group, and exactly where she intended—straight toward blackfell.

her eyes flicked to him briefly, catching his crimson gaze with a brief, expectant look before she refocused, her every move driving the hunt toward its climax.