Emberwood osam

suliya hummed softly, a low sound of agreement that carried amusement beneath its weight. she shifted her gaze to the bull in question, her eyes narrowing as she watched the battle unfold.

wise choice, she murmured, barely louder than the ripples around them.

she did not elaborate, letting her words rest like a pebble cast into still waters. the caribou had been wise in their own right— establishing dominance with the pedicle spears upon their heads.