Witch's Marsh starflower

Morwenna lowered her head in a deep bow, the gravity of the moment settling in the air between them. The Chieftain of Saatsine, a figure of strength and wisdom, stood before her, his presence commanding. She could feel the weight of his gaze, his sharp eye reading the very air around them. Her heart beat steady, though her words were laden with humility.

I had no idea, she said softly, her voice respectful, her posture unwavering. I apologize for any misstep, Chieftain.

She allowed a long, respectful silence to pass, her thoughts measured, before she finally lifted her head, her silvered eyes finding his. I am Morwenna, Kappa of Swiftcurrent Creek, she introduced herself, her tone steady yet warm, a soft flicker of her matriarchal pride present beneath the sorrow in her gaze. What brings you to these lands, Chieftain? Your scent speaks of many wolves... Are you here for peace, or is there something else that calls you to this place?

Her words hung in the air like the wind itself, waiting for his reply.