Cassiopeia's View And I'm still so blue,

Morwenna's gaze softened as she took in Gjalla's words, feeling the warmth of her sister's forgiveness wrap around her like a protective cloak. The bond they shared was a thread woven through time, stretching across the years of separation and hurt.

Come home with me, she urged gently, her voice low and inviting. We have so much to mend, so much to share. The pack could use your strength, and I— she hesitated, a flicker of vulnerability crossing her features, I need you. We could be whole again, together, side by side.

Morwenna stepped closer, her heart steadying as she searched Gjalla's face for a sign of acceptance. The mountains will always be your spirit’s song, and I know the call of the North runs deep. But you don’t have to walk that path alone anymore. Let’s return to the warmth of family. Let me show you what it means to come home.