Firefly Glen and the sky is clear and bright

Gwyn shifted slightly, her tail curling loosely around her as she sat, an unspoken invitation for Waawaashkeshi to do the same. “Is it strange? To stay in one place after roaming so far? Or... do you feel the pull to leave again?” she wondered, a hint of curiosity threading through her words.

The idea of leaving behind her own nomadic existence in exchange for something permanent struck a chord in her. There was no judgment in her tone, only a sincere interest that mirrored the warmth in her gaze.