Firefly Glen and time breaks your heart

Morwenna felt a tinge of nervousness etch up the vertebrae of her spine. She didn't expect him to come close to her, nudge his scent upon her own glands— it was a different act than what she was used to, primal in nature, that made her feel...normal once more. It was a hope that this could be a new start, a new Morwenna, than the famed Black Queen that she had once been. As he spoke, she lifted her muzzle slightly, catching a sense of his scent mingling with her own, feeling the unspoken claim they’d shared.

At his mention of his daughters’ possessiveness, a quiet laugh escaped her. Oh, I know all about how children can be with their parents—like tiny guards, fierce over their domain, she mused, tone wry but amused. I promise, I won’t take it to heart. In truth, it was reassuring; the bonds he’d built here clearly ran deep, even if it came with a bit of resistance.

When he spoke of Etienne, the healer, her interest sharpened. Etienne, the healer—duly noted. I’ll seek him out, she replied, already making a mental note to get to know those whose talents could fortify her role.

With that, she fell in beside him, her paws treading quietly as they made their way to Swiftcurrent Creek’s camp, a strange but thrilling new chapter opening with each step.

ending here!