Witch's Marsh starflower

Morwenna listened intently, feeling a quiet warmth at Sun Eater’s choice to speak to her alone. His openness, reserved just for her, felt like a rare offering—one she received with gratitude. She sensed respect in his gaze, and it kindled a confidence she hadn’t felt in a long time. She’d been chosen to hear his words, to carry his trust. When he mentioned the possibility of a hunt together, her ears perked with interest.

She imagined the bounty the Saatsine could provide in the winter, the skilled hands of caribou hunters bringing down prey large enough to sustain the pups. Buckthorn, Lenore, Violet, Caliste—they would grow strong, sleek, well-fed. The thought brought a smile to her face, and she dipped her head in appreciation, offering Sun Eater a quiet, sincere thanks. A stranger's generosity was rare and vital, and she wouldn’t soon forget it.

When he spoke of coming closer and trading hides, she tilted her head in curiosity. Was this an invitation? An open door she hadn’t had before?

If it’s welcomed, she murmured, then I would be honored to hunt alongside you. And perhaps… perhaps this trade would be to our mutual benefit. Her gaze lingered on him a moment, thoughtful, before she added, I’d consider it a privilege. I've never had my own hide before.