Firefly Glen I wasn't there, but I know

@Anatolia 

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The quiet of the forest felt like a blessing as Morwenna lay nestled beside Anatolia, her body curled protectively around the young pup. Moonlight filtered gently through the trees, casting soft shadows over their resting place and illuminating the rise and fall of Anatolia’s small breaths. The pup’s warmth pressed close against her chest, and as Morwenna watched over her, she felt that rare, profound peace—one she had thought long lost.

Each slow inhale brought a wave of memories, of times she’d once held her own young this way, tucking them safely into her side. For all her scars and losses, for all the battles she had fought and the fears that haunted her, this was a place where none of it could reach. The steady rhythm of Anatolia’s breathing was like a song, soothing and poetic, and Morwenna found herself closing her eyes, savoring the simple joy of this quiet moment.

Every soft rustle of the trees, every murmur of the wind through the branches was noted, cataloged, and assessed with the instinctual vigilance she’d honed over years of keeping watch. She let herself slip into a light, practiced sleep, one where every breath and twitch from Anatolia grounded her in the present. Her senses stayed attuned, a shield against any danger that might dare to disturb their peace. Tonight, no shadows would reach them—Morwenna would make certain of that.