Qeya River body like a whiplash

If this isn't supposed to be AW just ignore me

Hush absentmindedly followed the pup as she wandered through the territory, her silent shadow as they both enjoyed the late summer day. She was fine until she had crossed over the borders, and Hush surged forward to herd her back to inside, or at least along the invisible line.

That was until he saw the foreign wolf. Hush tensed, his ears pressed forward as he glared at the wolf. Freyja snarled underneath him, but Hush made no noise until he caught a whiff of the wolf's smell. Larksong Grotto. Hush bared his teeth, a garbled growl emanating from his throat. He couldn't howl, but Freyja's voice could easily carry to the others of Drageda.