Qeya River mockingbird

the qeya roared behind veksar while he coasted its edge. the sun hid behind a cover of gunsmoke silver and the trees swayed in the fierce breeze. the ice crunched loudly beneath his feet, and he struggled to break himself in and out every time he took a step forward.

there was one thing, or rather person, on his mind: @Blackfell.

things had been tense since his arrival in saatsine. everyone seemed to glower at him in a way that made his guard raise even higher than it had been in the first place. and while blackfell had not wanted him here, that was the way it was, and at the end of the day they were the only ones who truly understood one another's plights.

they knew by blood.

veksar's voice cut over the mountains in a call meant for his brother's ears alone.