Firefly Glen I wasn't there, but I know

Morwenna’s eyes softened as Anatolia stirred, the small movements bringing a smile to her lips. She watched, still as stone, her heart swelling with a gentle pride for the young one nestled so trustingly against her. When Anatolia craned her neck, sleepy and searching, Morwenna bent low, offering her warmth without hesitation.

A soft hum, barely more than a murmur, escaped her—a sound of comfort, almost a lullaby, a melody only shared between them and the quiet night. She nuzzled Anatolia’s head with a feather-light touch, as if reassuring the girl that here, with her, there was no need to fear— if she allowed. The scent of plum and earth lingered around them, a silent promise of safety.

Sleep’s embrace still has you, doesn’t it? she whispered, more to herself than the pup, her tone laced with a rare tenderness as she allowed Anatolia to burrow in close. Letting her guard down just a fraction, Morwenna remained watchful, the protectiveness of a mother settling in her chest as her gaze scanned the dark, her warmth a steady shield against the night.