Qeya River all falls down

It appeared that the other did hunt. She watched keenly as the other made his way across the river. She had not fully realized just how big the other was in comparison, but, in retrospect, that didn’t matter. All that mattered in that moment was that she had a hunting partner.

Once he had shaken off, Frejya stood a little taller. It was almost comical watching Freyja attempt to make herself bigger in the other’s presence, as he easily towered over her, and soon enough the Feisripa felt comfortable in her standing to address him.

“What have you hunted before? Elk? Deer?” There was not time for formalities as far as Freyja was concerned. She knew that the two of them could not take down the doe. But, regardless, she was interested in what she was working with partner wise.