Sawtooth Spire wild kids

tiny seedling creeks peeled away. she bent and lapped at one, chuckling. but the roar continued. heda peered curiously through the trees, seeing a wide and rushing swathe of river pouring down the side of sawtooth. but then her travel buddy posed his gross challenge and heda laughed.
"that's disgusting!" she focused on beating him all the same, clods of increasingly colder dirt cutting out from under her claws.
the river followed. or were they following it? a cut in the trees showed heda chunks of ice floating on its large surface. she slowed, then hissed to herself and ran to catch up again, nipping playfully at caracal's heels.