Swiftcurrent Creek whats comes next,

The morning sun had barely crested the horizon when Morwenna set out, the frost-laden grasses crunching beneath her deliberate steps. Her silvered coat caught the pale light, glinting like a soft beacon as she moved through the heart of Swiftcurrent. The chill air carried the faint scent of others in the pack—steady reminders of the responsibilities that lingered heavy on her shoulders.

@Akavir.

Her thoughts swirled around him like eddies in a restless stream. Before any plan could solidify, before they set out into the unknown, she needed assurance that he was well—not just outwardly, but in spirit. Too many burdens had been borne by her, by those she held dear. Too many lives lost. She could not afford another fracture.

Pausing on a rise, she tipped her head, her sharp eyes scanning the lands below. The terrain, familiar as her own shadow, bore no immediate sign of the silver-coated male. She drew in a breath, catching traces of his scent on the crisp wind. He was not far, but still distant enough to evoke unease.

Morwenna gave a low huff and pressed onward, the stoic determination etched into her movements betraying a flicker of anxiety that gnawed at her heart. When she found him, she would not be subtle. She would ask outright—was he ready for what lay ahead? Was she?

For now, her focus narrowed on her search. She could not leave anything to chance, not with so much at stake.