Deepwood Weald ghabat hadia

they come, but one.
the others likely scattered, taking footholds throughout the wilderness. jawahir is glad to be attended.
quick kisses, a snaking body.
when anarkali bows, the jewel moves to press forehead to forehead; eyes closed.

I am well. it is good to see you, sister.
back, now. settling so that they can look upon the beauty of the other, the likes of which they have not seen in many days.
this land has much prey for us.
jawahir speaks of wolves, of course. a knowing warmth finds its place within the jewel's darkened gaze; reminiscing.