Overture Downs winds of east

morwenna adjusted the caribou pelt draped across her shoulders, its warmth a welcome shield against the creeping chill. though her winter coat had not yet fully thickened, the heavy hide embraced her like a second skin, a token of sun eater's hunt and care. she let out a light huff, the air curling before her in smoky wisps as she lowered her muzzle to the carcass.

her sharp teeth met the tender flesh with practiced precision, her movements fluid and sure, honed by countless hunts of her own. she sought the richest parts, the essence of the kill, swallowing down each morsel with quiet satisfaction. hot puffs of air swirled from her mouth, mingling with the scent of blood and snow.

her pale eyes flickered briefly toward sun eater, the flicker of gratitude present but unspoken. words felt unnecessary here, in the rhythm of life and death, the shared understanding between hunters. she tore into another piece, savoring the richness, her focus sharp and unwavering.

tasty, she murmured finally, her voice low but genuine, breaking the silence just enough to acknowledge the moment and the kill that had brought them here.