Qeya River all falls down

She blinked at his response, finding herself at a loss of words in that moment. It was strange that he didn’t want to lead, especially coming from a litter of such dominance driven wolves, but she did not voice her questions. Instead, she nodded and smiled, finding it quite easy to really step into the leading position.

Turning from the argent-haired wolf, Freyja set off in the direction of where the scent lead her. It seemed as if the doe was traveling along the river and she hoped that it would stay on this bank as opposed to crossing the frigid waters.

Her mind began to wander as they padded along, as she felt the need to speak in the silence that had settled upon them, and soon enough a random thought struck her. “Have you ever seen a deer alive?” she wondered, her eyes shifting to her companion. After all, he had seemed rather interested in the face that she had helped hunted a deer.