Qeya River a pack of dogs

a hound.

he moves quietly behind the two, eyes bearing down upon the backside of the girl, occasionally moving to graze over the chieftain, then to their surroundings.

he was hellbent on ignoring the odd, protective flame that slowly burned to life in his chest; the urge to spread wings over her.

he comes to a halt just a few feet behind the two, gazing over the herd that moves beneath the sun. looking upon their shadows that danced quietly over ice and snow. waiting for ishmira to pick.