Qeya River to die for

ghelan’s carefree leaps, the way he toyed with the rushing current, brought a sharp whine to her throat.
ghelan! she called, her voice strained, cracking at the edges. her distress echoed in the icy air as her steps carried her closer to the water’s edge, her eyes never leaving his small, daring form.
please, come back! the words spilled out in a desperate plea, her tone laden with worry. her tail lashed behind her, a helpless gesture as her heart thundered against her ribs. every leap he made sent a jolt of fear coursing through her, her instincts screaming louder than reason.
she whined again, her voice softer this time, imploring. it’s not safe! the edges of her paws brushed the snow-dusted ice, her stance taut as she fought the urge to plunge in after him.
the ice would continue to crack.