Qeya River to die for

bring him to me!
star eater's voice cut through the howling wind, sharp and unyielding. she paced at the river’s edge, her breath thick in the freezing air, silver eyes locked onto the figures fighting against the current.
blackfell, ridgeback, sun eater—her husband. they were in the water, battling against the river’s grip, dragging ghelan from the abyss that sought to swallow him whole.
when he finally tumbled onto the ice, his small body shivering, his fur clumped with snow and frozen water, she did not hesitate. her muscles coiled, her body taut with restraint, but she did not step forward—not yet.
hurry! urgency laced her voice, but not panic. she would not let herself panic. not when he still needed her.