Swiftcurrent Creek back to the old house

Morwenna approached the pair, her steps light yet confident, eyes sweeping over the young pup who, though unfamiliar, carried a faint scent she recognized—Caliste. A sibling, then? She took a mental note, watching with an amused arch of her brow as the young one spoke her mind with surprising bluntness.

Hello there, she said, her voice warm but carrying a subtle edge of authority. I’m Morwenna. You must be the new recruit... she added with a nod toward the older wolf, her gaze softening briefly before resting back on the pup.

And, tell me, little one— she continued, a motherly lilt in her tone as she raised her brow just slightly, is there any particular reason you’re being quite so… forthright with your opinions?

There was no bite in her voice, only the careful guidance of a wolf well-versed in reining in young spirits. She waited, curiosity mingling with gentle amusement, to see how this blunt little one would respond.