Qeya River arjuni-akt-i

Kigipigak's searching gaze found Lane's eyes, and she nodded. "I like it." Drowning the deer was not the most thrilling method of dispatching the caribou, but it was likely the safest. If all went according to plan, Kigipigak's pelt would not collect another scar on this day. 

She turned her gaze to a bend in the river. "The river turns to shallows around that bend. If your plan succeeds, we will be able to wade in and easily retrieve your prize." She turned back to Kigipigak with a triumphant smile. It felt good, getting to put her ranger's knowledge to use. 

"I'll follow your lead," Lane offered as they reached the hill's summit. Her eyes would trail after him. She enjoyed watching him at his art, and her gaze may have lingered on his chiseled form a beat too long. She would hurry after him, supporting the Moonglow hunter's bid to drive the caribou into the river's icy grip.