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

Morwenna settled against her sister’s warmth, an unexpected comfort weaving through her as she thought of Swiftcurrent Creek. She hadn’t known she’d need to describe it, to try and capture its peculiar simplicity, its odd blend of freedom and warmth.

It’s…different, she began, her voice tinged with faint surprise. There are no titles there. No Kings, no Queens...simply a basic hierarchy. She let that sink in, her tone holding a hint of shock. They all live and work without gods or rituals. It’s hard to explain, really. It feels strange… freeing and yet unsettling.

Her thoughts drifted to Akavir. His tall, commanding presence stood out in the creek, with a coat dark as midnight and eyes that seemed to hold a quiet wisdom. He wasn’t imposing, not exactly, but there was a strength in him—a warmth, too. Morwenna felt her lips twitch with the memory. There’s one there, she added softly, Akavir, the Alpha. A handsome gentleman, one who’s shown me… kindness. The word felt strange on her tongue, as though she hadn’t expected to find that from anyone.

Swiftcurrent is quiet. No demands, no order of how things must be done. Just… wolves, living by their own means. It’s almost shocking. She glanced at Gjalla, wondering if her sister could fathom a place without the weight of expectations, of duty and ritual. They don’t see the world like we do.