Swiftcurrent Creek Light will blind us in time

Morwenna’s gaze softened as she watched Reverie, a flicker of recognition passing through her at the mention of Casco Bay. The beautiful wolf before her was every bit the picture of quiet strength, veiled by a grace that was as mesmerizing as it was gentle. In those golden eyes, there was something delicate yet fierce, something that sparked an unbidden warmth in Morwenna’s chest—a kindred understanding, perhaps, in the lives they led and the burdens they carried.

Casco Bay, she repeated, as if tasting the words. You mentioned it upon your arrival— that is all I know. Her voice was hushed, reverent, as if Casco Bay were a story from a distant world, both enchanting and unreachable.

Her own fire-bright gaze drifted thoughtfully over Reverie. Where abouts are you aiming to find yourself? a slight pause, her eyes lingering on the darker wolf's soft features, I'd like to listen as much as I can. Morwenna shifted, lowering herself onto her haunches, indicating her willingness to listen.

You mentioned your daughters— she let out a drawled breath, fearful almost— a spearhead of recognition as she knew the troublesome natures that children can pursue. She, herself, ventured too far to reach for the sun. Whilst you are a stranger to me, no mother deserves temperaments of grief. She glanced at the delicate leaf in Reverie’s grasp, a simple thing, yet one with the power to bring comfort, to ease a weary heart. You have my deepest sympathies.