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

Morwenna listened with a softness in her gaze, a glimmer of familiarity warming her features. Hearing Arlette speak of her mate and their shared vigilance over their brood stirred something long dormant within her. Once, she too had been in such company—her own offspring beneath her watch, their lives delicate but fiercely protected. How vivid those memories seemed in her mind, and yet, how achingly distant, as if she were recalling the life of another wolf entirely.

She nodded, her voice touched by nostalgia, Yes, I’ve had litters of my own… though it feels like a lifetime ago. The words were both admission and bittersweet remembrance, softened by her joy for Arlette and the newness that surrounded her family. It was a comfort to see such devotion between mates, a reassurance that, while her days of motherhood were behind her, the legacy of care endured in wolves like Arlette and Arric.

Your offer to share what you know is a gift I’d gladly accept. I still have much to learn, even after everything. The thought of learning again, of holding a place in the thriving life around her, lifted her spirit.