Overture Downs winds of east

morwenna’s tongue brushed over her lips, clearing the last remnants of her meal. the warmth of the caribou pelt draped over her shoulders shielded her from the cutting chill of the air. with her hunger sated, she rose slowly, her movements fluid yet deliberate as she began to comb the ground for herbs. her sharp eyes searched the frosted earth for anything of use—something to soothe, something to heal.

sun eater’s words filled the air, heavy with purpose. she listened in silence, her gaze flickering briefly toward him before lowering to the valley stretched below. the golden expanse shimmered like fire under the light of the winter sun, a landscape both vast and haunting.

her ears tilted back, her voice low but clear as she finally broke the silence. you will come back? during the winter, maybe. the words lingered, soft and almost reluctant, like a confession she hadn't meant to voice. 

paws hesitated over a sprig of yarrow, but she didn’t bend to collect it just yet. instead, her pale blue gaze rose to meet his, searching for a truth that could ground her in the face of his departure.