Qeya River fables

I will learn, Other Shore echoed back quietly. I will endure. Again, but with a higher note of hope. She had come this far; the march did not seem so daunting, after all. You lived, so I must.

Perhaps Star Eater's journey to save herself was quite different from Other Shore's, after all. The woman had run so she would not be killed under the crushing weight of duty, but she herself had run so she would not be drained of life by starvation. So different. So similar.

Yet Other Shore never found it necessary to shove her pain behind layers of trained masks. She done a fulfilling amount of running and chasing nothing, and it was no longer desperation that drove her. But for Star Eater - she could not say the same. Was the woman hiding something behind her eyes? Endless layers of deeply repressed suffering? But - a blink, and it was gone again. Other Shore dared not pry. 

That cage of hers had not entirely faded from her mind. But Star Eater had learned much from it, and chosen to be with the Saatsine. If Star Eater said that the Saatsine brought her freedom, then Other Shore believed her. She could still run vast distances, but without the threat of other packs and constant starvation.

A caribou hunter, it seemed, was the fate given to her now. And she gladly accepted it. She would learn.

Other Shore laid upon the hides on the floor, savoring the moving silence. Her muscles were still heavy, though not as strained, thanks to Star Eater's herb bundles. Qeya River's distant trickle did not fully reach her ears, but it still called to her, in a tune no winds could understand. 

Soon, she would be up and running again, feeling the wind in her fur and the world at her feet. But for now, she decided, just for a little while, she would rest. 

Fade? :3