Swiftcurrent Creek when the moon sang,

morwenna tilted her head slightly, a soft sigh slipping past her lips. thank you, gjalla, she murmured, her voice carrying the weight of gratitude. you’ve been the one constant through all of this... the one woman i can rely on.

she shifted her stance, her icy gaze turning back to the den with a faint trace of weariness. lay with me? the question was gentle, almost hesitant. we can talk of herbs... of what we’ve seen and what we might use. it would be good to share what we know.

her tail swayed faintly as she glanced back at gjalla, a rare warmth flickering in her expression. it helps, having you here.