Wapun Meadow morningsong

suliya let a soft smile overcome her, the kind that warmed her from within, though fleeting like the sun slipping behind clouds. it touched her lips, then faded as she returned her attention to the caribou grazing in the frost-kissed distance. her gilded gaze flickered with the light of knowing, yet she kept her thoughts close, wrapped in quiet contemplation.

winter’s wake, she murmured to herself, the name spoken like a prayer carried upon the breath of the wind.

her steps were deliberate as she moved forward, the rhythm of the earth beneath her paws grounding her. for now, she let the moment settle into her bones, choosing not to linger in his absence but to embrace the stillness he left behind.

the man's heart was steady, though she did not deny the faint hum of anticipation it carried—wondering when the rogue would find her again, as he so boldly promised. but for now, the caribou were enough.