Mount Apikuni dark vine

suliya came with the wind, her form emerging like a shadow against the snow-dappled earth. her eyes, tired but sharp, sought the lone cow almost immediately, and her heart quickened at the sight. this was no ordinary hunt—this was a lesson, a moment etched in the design of saatsine’s will, and she would not squander it.

she said nothing as she approached, her pawsteps measured, her gaze unwavering. the chieftain stood before her, a figure of command and reverence, and she lowered her head briefly in acknowledgment before settling herself to wait.

her silence spoke of readiness, her posture of patience. she would learn, not from words, but from action.