Qeya River arjuni-akt-i

Lane traveled the riverbank at an easy pace. She knew this land like the back of her paw. Every curve of the bank was warm and familiar, like the embrace of friend. Soon the meltwater lake would be swallowed by the glacier and this river would turn to ice, but that day was not here yet. The river flowed freely, and every now and then a salmon leapt up from its icy depths. 

She halted a she came upon a blanched-looking deer, shaking and bending to the water for a drink. Lane's amber eyes scanned her surroundings, landing on an ivory wolf nearly camouflaged against a backdrop of snow and ice. Kigipigik. Lane smiled, recalling her conversation with Kukutux. She moved to join the man, murmuring when she was in earshot, "It won't be as thrilling as a pig-hunt, but it needs to be done." She quirked a brow, wondering if he would recall the hunt she referenced. She then nodded toward the sickly-seeming creature.