Wapun Meadow morningsong

suliya's gaze lingered on the caribou as the man closed the distance between them. her ears twitched at his words, and for a moment, she did not answer, allowing the silence to stretch as she considered him.

you are not interfering, she replied quietly, her voice low and steady. she swayed her tail idly, a slow rhythm, before shifting her attention back to the herd. they are my chieftains and my prey. it is my way to follow. to understand.

her nose lifted slightly, catching the cool air that carried the herd's scent. and you, she asked, her tone even, though her gaze flicked toward him with faint interest, why do you watch them? what do you see?