Swiftcurrent Creek One night, a few moons ago

Morwenna lifted her gaze at the sound of Akavir’s voice, her respect evident in the low, graceful dip of her head. His presence was a steadying force, and for a moment, she allowed herself a rare flicker of relief. But her attention shifted swiftly, softening, to the little bundle of gold by his side—Caliste. The child’s wide eyes held a curiosity and innocence that warmed her, the glimpse of youth a gentle reminder of the purpose behind their struggles.

She offered the girl a kind smile, her gaze lingering before returning to Akavir. Yes, she replied, nodding as her paw lightly touched the herbs she’d carefully gathered. With winter approaching, it’s the least I can do to ensure the pack’s well-being. She paused, her voice taking on a firmer, more determined tone. Though my skill may not match Arlette's. There was a chuckle under her breath.

There was a heaviness in his eyes, a worry she felt mirrored in her own chest—a shared burden they both carried. She shifted her posture slightly, an earnestness in her expression. I’m doing everything I can. For us, for our home… and for her. Morwenna’s gaze flicked briefly to Caliste, a silent promise settling in her eyes before she met his once more. The word 'home' left her lips and it felt like a kiss.

You left your own daughter in Moonglow's care, didn't you? She dared to ask, tone as gentle as she could muster. Morwenna watched as Caliste bounded back and forth, ending up sitting right before Morwenna's eyes. With a light smile, she took a plush spine of violet and placed it behind the girls ear. It's not easy to return without your children. I'm sure she's in good hands, though.