Qeya River all falls down

A smile crossed her dark lips at his reaction and she offered him a wag of her tail. She was starting to grow more comfortable around this stranger, though she would be somewhat on edge given the fact she was out of her pack lands, and this relaxing was noticeable in her body language. “I’m five months old.” Her response was met with astonishment and to this, she pulled her head back and raised her eyebrows. “How old are you?” she asked in reply. Surely he wasn’t older than she was?

When he apologized, the Feisripa offered a smile out of pity for his sorrow. “I couldn’t have caught it alone,” she offered, shrugging. “Even with us, we’d at least need another wolf. So, no serious harm done. I was going to see if the doe I was tracking had a herd nearby.” The question of this was still fresh on her mind, but, she ignored it in favor of her own introduction.

“I’m Freyja, Feisripa of Sleeping Dragon,” she motioned to the mountain behind her as she introduced herself. “What pack are you from, Tambourine?”