Witch's Marsh starflower

Morwenna stood tall, her presence calm and deliberate as Sun Eater spoke. She listened closely, her silver eyes reflecting a quiet respect for the nomadic ways he described. The notion of following the caribou, drifting with the winds, resonated with her deeply. A moving pack, constantly in search of the pulse of the land—there was something raw and honorable about that. She nodded slightly, acknowledging the strength behind such a lifestyle.

To follow the caribou... there is wisdom in that, she said softly, her voice steady, though a flicker of admiration passed through her gaze. The land does not remain the same. Neither should the hunt.

She studied him for a moment longer, considering his words. I can see the strength in such a pack. It must require much to keep such harmony while moving with the wind.

Her words were simple, but the respect in her tone was palpable, a quiet recognition of the life Sun Eater and his pack led.

I would be honored to summon my Alpha, if it pleases you, Chieftain.