Swiftcurrent Creek blueberries and butterflies

Morwenna watched the pup's display with warm, amused eyes, her lips curving into a gentle smile. She could hardly contain a chuckle at his bravado, so certain, so full of fire. It tugged at something tender inside her, a memory of her own little ones—so determined, so proud.

Oh, of course, she replied, lowering her head so that her eyes met his at his level. How silly of me to think you were little. Now that you're up close... she raised a brow. My, word! You'll be just as big as your father, I reckon.

Morwenna glanced to the pit he was laying in, then back to him. What’s your name, warrior? I'm Morwenna.