Wapun Meadow morningsong

she met his gaze evenly, her expression unyielding, though there was a flicker of curiosity in her amber eyes.

you see what you hunt. i see what they are, suliya replied, her voice low, a quiet weight in her words. the young and the lame will feed you, yes. but the herd tells stories. their trails carve maps through the land. their movements sing of storms, of plenty, of famine. and saatsine whispers through them.

her tail flicked, a subtle gesture, as if urging him to understand something deeper than her words conveyed. it is not just to hunt, but to know. to know the world we walk, through their eyes.

she tilted her head, mimicking his gesture almost unconsciously, her sharp gaze probing. does that make sense to you?