Qeya River i've been searching for the daughter of the devil

The tail end of Sleeping Dragon leads just beneath Frostfire Ridge, eventually meeting the river that separates their grounds and Phoenix Maplewood. She’d informed them of the division, warned them against even crossing to the other side. They are new, barely a mewly infant in the eyes of nearby packs. They don’t yet know how yet to work together but they will and, until then, Thuringwethil isn’t interested in starting any unnecessary tensions between them.

The river still flows and she dips her head for a cool drink, giving her weary paws a rest at the bank. Cold water chills her all the way to her stomach before the warmth takes over, destroying any evidence she’d drank at all with a quick lick of her jaws. Thuringwethil turns and begins the way she’d come, returning to her home.