Qeya River that wears the crown

she slammed her paw into the frozen ground, the sharp crack of ice splitting beneath her weight resonating in the stillness between them.
i am the chieftain’s wife! she roared, her voice carrying the authority of her position. her breath puffed in sharp clouds against the cold air, her chest heaving as she stood tall and unyielding. nothing more.
lanzadoii, lanzadoii, lanzadoii. rhaegon! her children!
her eyes bore into him, seething but steady, her composure teetering on the edge of wrath and resolve. and you will not forget that.
no no no! stark...
she motioned with a sharp flick of her muzzle toward the horizon, her voice dropping to a dangerous low. go. and i will spare gjalla this conversation.
her command was final, her tone brooking no argument. star eater turned her back to him, her posture rigid, the weight of her words lingering in the icy air like a storm waiting to break.