Qeya River aviguti

For now,

She murmured back, rustling the fur that dared to hide battle scars. She remembered the marks of the cougar, she remembered the lengths he had gone for her. The lengths he still went for her.

Which means we shouldn't waste any time.

A whisper, soft and inviting as her features split with a smile. She hoped to lead him away for a moment, perhaps along the river. Perhaps into the northern reaches of their lands.