Bramblepoint when the cold wind is a'calling

Gwyn’s gaze softened, taking in the names with a warm sense of familiarity as they offered them up. “Arkarkla. Cole.” She repeated the names with a smile as if tasting the weight of them.

She inclined her head, an appreciative glint in her amber eyes. “I’ve learned here and there,” she explained, her tone gentle but sure. “My birthpack held a deep respect for the plants—my mother taught me the most.” A light chuckle escaped her. “But the rest... well, traveling teaches you plenty.”

“If you’d like, I can share what I know with you. One day, you may find yourself in need of more than sage.” She winked softly, warmth radiating from her every gesture, offering to share the quiet, healing knowledge she’d gathered through her journey.