Wapun Meadow morningsong

Suliya Lanzadoii.

The snowrunner carved her name into his marble thoughts, where only time could erode it. Her promise to teach him lingered on the air, as did his soft-as-silk smile. For as long as she left her bedroom window open to him, the rogue would gladly enter. I would like that, he nodded pensively, as if already bringing their time together to mind.

However, it was not his way to offer the same. The tenets of his people were to be sought by outsiders — not offered to them — for the roots to be true. His soul yearned to know that this was Fate at work, but he knew that he must also be a wolf of great patience. Discipline and instinct were needed in equal measure to make the heart of a Rhythm wolf.

She said then to look for the caribou to find her, and he chuckled. I am Winter’s Wake, he told her with an air of charmful pride.

And I do not need the caribou to find you, Suliya Lanzadoii.

He basked in her radiance for a final time and sighed deep, her name the last word he would utter, before turning to disappear in the same way he had come.