Qeya River the speed of thought

please skip her unless addressed <3

She was not far these days.

When Kigipigak returned from Rivenwood, she refused to be much further than a stone throw away. Especially with the rounding of her sides. The undeniable shape her figure had taken on.

The shape of motherhood.

So she stared out across the taiga, at his pale winter form by the riverside. Half a mind to join him. Another half to simply admire him — it was that half that kept her at bay.

Although her eyes sharpened considerably when she saw a more colorful figure cut across the winter lands.

Who was he? What did he wish with her husband?