Emberwood carolina

Morwenna’s gaze softened, though the guardedness lingered. She finally spoke, her voice carrying a quiet steadiness.

He was kind to me, she said simply, meeting the woman’s eyes. Swiftcurrent Creek looks after its own, but Sun Eater has offered a… bridge. Her words held a weight of caution, as though she tested their edges even as she spoke them. We’ve agreed to hunt together, so long as the caribou stay.

She allowed a beat to pass, her expression thoughtful as she regarded the stranger. You run with him. I don’t know what that means, but it seems… Her voice trailed off, a flicker of curiosity mixing with wariness. Are you bound by him or do you run beside him?

The question hovered, laden with a rare openness, as if she’d invited the woman to step across a boundary not often breached.