Wapun Meadow morningsong

all welcome;)!

the chill of the tundra wind brushed against suliya's coat, carrying with it the scent of the vast herd. the caribou moved in a steady rhythm ahead, their silhouettes a gentle wave against the horizon. she followed from the distance, her steps light and deliberate, each paw placed with care. her golden eyes trailed the shifting forms, noting the leaders, the stragglers, and the calves tucked safely in the center of the herd.

it was not hunger that drove her today; the blood of her lanzadoii heritage demanded more than mere sustenance. this was not a hunt—it was a study, a meditation. she walked with them, matching their pace, observing their patterns as if the secrets of survival lay etched in their migration.

the ground beneath her paws softened as she moved through patches of moss and frostbitten grass, the earth whispering its ancient secrets. suliya tilted her head slightly, ears flicking to the distant calls of the bulls, their voices carrying the weight of competition and leadership. her heart swelled with reverence; these creatures were more than prey. they were life, spirit, and tradition woven into her being.

pausing atop a small rise, she let her gaze drift, her breath steady and quiet. she did not need to draw closer to feel their power, their unity. for now, she was content to watch, the wild rhythm of the caribou guiding her steps, grounding her in the present.