Elara's POV
I found the river by accident.
That was not entirely true. I had known the river was there. I had always known it was there, the way you know the permanent features of the place you have grown up in, by accumulation and familiarity rather than by conscious mapping. It ran along the lower eastern edge of the pack land where the settlement thinned and the maintained ground gave way to the wilder kind, and I had been to it before, as a child, in the way of children who find water and follow it, and I had not been back in a long time.
I had left the house that morning without a direction.
This was the second morning after the market. The morning after the mirror and the palm on the cold glass and the decision about Silver that I had made and was keeping. I had come downstairs t
