Swiftcurrent Creek One night, a few moons ago

Morwenna stilled as she listened to Akavir, the weight of his words pressing into her chest. His careful explanation unraveled her misunderstanding, leaving her with a lingering sense of regret for her earlier assumptions. When he finished, she dipped her head respectfully, her voice soft but steady as she replied.

You are right, Akavir. I misunderstood, and for that, I apologize. Your caution is well-placed. Her gaze lifted to meet his, earnest in its depth. I will tread carefully, as you ask. Balance must be maintained, and I see now the burden that balance requires.

The mention of his daughter and the darker dealings of Akashingo’s past sent a shiver through her. The gravity of what he shared was not lost on her. Thank you for sharing this with me, she added after a pause. I won’t let your trust be misplaced.

Morwenna shifted her weight, her silver eyes glinting with a tempered resolve. I will represent Swiftcurrent with care—not just for our pack’s sake, but for those who still suffer within Akashingo’s walls. A thoughtful pause followed. This is not a task I take lightly, Akavir. I promise you that.

Her paw brushed his in subtle reassurance before she returned to her work, her thoughts now firmly aligned with his warning. There was much to consider and even more to prepare for.