Otatso Wetlands Flatworm

morwenna’s ears twitched at the woman’s words, catching the faint tease in her tone. she dipped her muzzle briefly, her gaze steady and calm, though curiosity lingered in the depths of her starkissed eyes. i’m scouting, she replied simply, her voice soft, carrying no threat. the bog may be inhospitable, but it holds its own secrets. sometimes, it’s best to see where the path leads.

her attention shifted as her nose caught a familiar scent carried on the wind. the woman before her faded slightly into the background as her gaze lifted, locking onto a tall figure in the distance. @Sun Eater. his unmistakable presence loomed like a shadow cast by the low-hanging sun. her heart quickened at the sight of him, though her composure remained intact.

without hesitation, she stepped closer to the edge of the bog, her voice lifting in a clear call meant for him. sun eater, she called, her tone a mixture of warmth and curiosity. her paws carried her forward a step, the mud squelching beneath them. though he moved as if he meant to disappear into the deeper mire, she hoped he would pause, would heed her call.

her gaze flicked back to the dark, lanky woman briefly, offering a small nod before her focus returned fully to the chieftain. the pull of his presence was impossible to ignore.