Swiftcurrent Creek back to the old house

Morwenna watched the two with a soft, weary warmth—a glimmer of something tender in the depths of her gaze, though it was restrained, tempered by the life she'd led. Her muzzle dipped to Frederick as she absorbed his gratitude, letting a light hum escape her chest in response.

May our paths cross again, Frederick, she murmured, voice low yet sincere. Though our journeys may take us different ways, it would be a welcome sight to see you again. She hoped he would find his doe-colored companion and the solace he sought. After all, it was what every wanderer longed for, deep down—a place to rest beside those they cherished.

Her gaze shifted to Lenore, who had hardly made it subtle that she was less than impressed with Frederick's towering form. Amusement ghosted across Morwenna’s features as the pup’s honesty tumbled from her lips. Morwenna was wise enough to see her future, knowing Lenore’s size was destined to fall short of her ambitions.

The moment was fleeting. With the impulsiveness of youth, Lenore spotted her next adventure and bounded off, her little form already seeking new trouble. Morwenna chuckled, a gentle sound that carried in the breeze as she watched her disappear.

With a final, knowing glance at Frederick, she added, And don’t worry about Lenore. She holds no grudges… at least, not for long.