Emberwood carolina

Morwenna listened, nodding in quiet understanding as the woman’s words drifted into the night air. She turned her gaze upward, letting the stars fill her vision, their quiet brilliance casting a rare peace over her thoughts. She wondered if a falling star might grace the sky, and, if it did, what her wish would be. Perhaps for peace, perhaps for the strength to navigate the uncertain alliances of these lands.

After a time, she glanced back at the woman, a soft warmth in her expression as she introduced herself simply, I am Morwenna, She allowed her words to settle into the night air, offering no more than was needed, no less than she felt was right.

The silence stretched once more, comfortable and respectful, each wolf holding her own thoughts beneath the stars.

As will we all, kindled a flame inside of her. She felt an independence from the Saatsine woman.

Cooperation, she knew, was not always necessary, yet proximity often demanded it. If the caribou moved, if the land grew less generous, then perhaps they would indeed need each other’s strength. In this woman, Morwenna recognized a kindred spirit—a determination not to settle for less than what was earned, and the resolve to face the seasons as they came.