Emberwood osam

suliya dipped her head in acknowledgment, her eyes gleaming with a quiet respect for the woman beside her. this one carried herself with a confidence that needed no explanation, a presence as steady as the mountains on the horizon. she needed no words; instead, suliya let her gaze drift to where the sounds of battle echoed through the valley. the heavy crack of antlers colliding and the low, rumbling grunts of the bulls locked in combat sent a thrill through her bones, a reminder of the cycles that shaped the wilderness.

she settled beside the grey woman, both of them wordless as they observed the ancient ritual before them, the raw, unyielding power of the caribou staking their claims. it was a reminder that life and survival were built on these moments, on fierce displays of strength and will. suliya’s breath came slow and even, eyes fixed on the powerful animals, every muscle tense as she watched, enraptured by the spectacle.

she glanced sidelong at her companion, her expression respectful but laced with a subtle hint of curiosity. it was a rare thing to find someone drawn to the same sights that held her in awe, someone who would watch rather than disrupt. in the quiet of that shared moment, she felt a small, unspoken bond forming, an understanding that required no words.

this what saatsine do. heeding no words, just an understanding.