Overture Downs winds of east

Morwenna tilted her head slightly at his words, a quiet hum escaping her as she considered them. Yes, she replied simply, her silver eyes steady upon his single one. I came to see you and ask if you’d hunt with me.

Her tail gave a soft flick, brushing the air as if to punctuate her request. The wind that stirred between them tugged at her fur, carrying with it the scents of the valley. She didn’t flinch, holding her ground beneath the chieftain’s contemplative gaze.

Has your clan been fed today? she asked, her voice lighter, though her intent remained clear. I thought—perhaps—you’d show me how the Saatsine do it.