Sawtooth Spire wild kids

she shook her head. "okay, mereo out. there's other packs around, right? i mean, yeah. i'll find them, duh." it was a poor attempt at humour that was also breathy with how nervous she was. "i still want to go traveling with you, are you sure you want to go with me?" wasn't it her fault a bird with teeth had mauled his eye? how could a trip even be on offer after that?
"to the river then," heda said weakly, smiling despite herself as he trashed the bird's face. she kicked it too and then picked it up, offering her shoulder for caracal to lean on.
the river they did not know was already named rushed past the two. huge ice chunks floated on its surface. the roar filled the air. "maybe not right up close," she mumbled into the boy's ear, unable to hear herself think. heda moved to put a stand of birch between them and the waterway.