Wapun Meadow morningsong

suliya hummed softly, a sound low and thoughtful, her eyes glinting as they traced the contours of the winterwolf before her. she let the silence linger a moment longer, as if weighing the air between them.

suliya lanzadoii, she offered simply, her name a ribbon of sound as she dipped her head slightly in introduction. no more, no less. the words felt sufficient, for now.

her gaze flicked briefly toward the open expanse of land where the caribou would roam, then back to him. i will teach you of the caribou, she said, a faint curve at the corner of her lips. whenever you’d like.

her tail swayed once behind her, a slow, deliberate motion, before she turned her attention back to the horizon, the hum of the wilderness stretching infinitely around them.

if you want to find me, look for the caribou.