Qeya River all falls down

A wayward doe had pulled Freyja from Sleeping Dragon’s territory and into the Wilds. Though she did not often breach the pack’s boundaries, especially without Thuringwethil, the temptation of fresh meat drove her determined steps. She paid mind to where so was going, hugging the boundaries as she stalked. Though she could smell that she was getting close the deer still happened to stay out of view. Despite this, she would not give up on the trait just yet.

She paused along the river for a quick drink. As she leaned over and rank, she kept her chestnut up raised so that she could keep watch for any wolf or deer that might happen across her path.