Qeya River Grow up, Cheerful child

Amalia had taken to patrolling the borders even more than she had. Her thoughts and good intentions a gentle warbling every morning that Kigipigak would return to his queen and their pack mates.

Her heart hurt for the two and she wasn't as cheerful as she had been. Realizing life really wasn't fair. She had gotten a taste when she left home, but now it was a full meal and it sucked.

She sniffed and scratched. Tore the ground. Anointed it with urine, saliva, fur and blood. Anything to keep the border fresh.