Qeya River Those who are about to die will say anything.

The Qeya river extended eastward, or in her case westward, spanning the landscape between the eastern territory and the adjacent mountains of the westlands like a great ribbon. It was known to her people; not by any particular name, but more as a boundary marker. One of many. She knew not to cross it - had been conditioned to avoid it - yet she was pulled along the river's bank regardless of the warning. There was nothing stopping the warrior woman from breaking that law now for it no longer applied, and she was hardly inclined to adhere to the rules of the hedda which had cast her aside. After an insignificant internal struggle the pale wolf sought passage across the river - stepping upon the smooth stones with precision and care, until she was on the opposite bank and looking up towards the foreign mountain; there was at least a days march ahead of her, and no time to dawdle.