Swiftcurrent Creek In the back of my mind, I'm still overseas;

Morwenna let out a warm chuckle, nodding along with Arlette’s words. Oh, you’re absolutely right about that! They truly can be big babies...yelping and squirming. she replied with a touch of humor, her eyes shining with shared understanding. It’s reassuring to know that you’ll be around, and I’d be grateful for your help.

As she spoke, Morwenna couldn’t help but glance subtly at Arlette’s frame, noting the evidence of her own sacrifices from whelping season. There was a shared experience there, one few could fully understand without living through it. I’m curious, though, about your own little ones, she added softly, a hint of warmth and understanding in her gaze. They must be quite the handful.

It was a welcome feeling, having another female to talk to. Morwenna could recognize a great woman amongst her, and it had her all the more inclined to get to know her. She felt a potential there, one that could be sowed into something beautiful.