Swiftcurrent Creek when the moon sang,

morwenna’s ears swiveled forward at the sound of gjalla’s approach, her piercing gaze softening as she regarded the woman before her. the question lingered in the air, but she brushed it aside for the moment. instead, she let her own concern thread through her words.

gjalla, she greeted warmly, her tail giving a slow, deliberate sway. how have you been settling in? the creek is not always the easiest place to adapt to. her voice was level, but there was an undertone of genuine interest, a quiet sincerity that marked her words.

she hesitated for a moment, her gaze flickering away toward the tree line before returning to gjalla’s face. i worry for suzu's boy, she admitted finally, the name carrying a weight that hung heavy in the air. a boy his age… gone for this long… it troubles me.

morwenna’s voice cracked ever so slightly, a hint of the strain she carried. but her composure held, her stance steady even as her thoughts churned. it is a...sensitive topic. her plea was simple, but the depth of her worry shone through.