Firefly Glen I wasn't there, but I know

Morwenna’s eyes sparkled with a quiet warmth as she watched Anatolia’s grin break through, youthful and full of a familiar eagerness. The sight tugged a small smile to her own lips, and she nuzzled the top of the pup’s head gently.

Hunting, yes, she murmured, a hint of playful intrigue in her tone. It’s something every wolf learns in time. Would you like to try it for yourself?

She tilted her head, her gaze soft but assessing, curious to see the light of curiosity or bravery that might show in Anatolia’s eyes. There was something about the idea of guiding this young one through her first steps into the art of the hunt that filled Morwenna with a sense of purpose—a chance to pass on what she knew and to see this pup grow strong and capable.