Firefly Glen I wasn't there, but I know

 Morwenna felt the fire in the young one’s gaze, a bright spark that mirrored her own spirit in ways she hadn’t expected. A torch, indeed—it felt like she was placing it in eager paws, guiding its flame to light the path forward. There was a sacredness to it, a turning of the wheel, and with a warmth rooted deep in her bones, she let that feeling settle.

Oh, yes, sweetling, she murmured, dipping her head so their eyes met, her voice a promise woven with quiet strength. I will show you— to move through the land like wind over water. And I’ll be here for every step.

Morwenna’s gaze softened, her expression as tender as the earth’s embrace, yet fierce as the bite of winter—two forces she’d teach Anatolia to wield. This was not only the start of a hunt; it was the passing down of ancient knowledge, of survival and strength, each lesson a stone in the bridge Anatolia would one day cross on her own. But for now, Morwenna would be there, every step a testament to their shared journey.

Her nose dipped to nudge Anatolia's temples. I'm sure you're an excellent student.