Overture Downs winds of east

morwenna tilted her head slightly, her gaze steady as she listened to sun eater’s question. his hesitation, his careful choice of words, did not go unnoticed, but she chose not to press him on it. instead, she offered a soft smile, her voice calm but firm.

of course not, she said simply, shaking her head. it is my duty to speak with others, to understand the lands and the wolves who inhabit them. swiftcurrent creek thrives on knowing its neighbors.

for a moment, her eyes dropped to the ground, where the blood-stained earth of their shared hunt lay beneath their paws. she lingered there, the weight of the moment settling around her like the pelt draped across her shoulders.

but then she looked up again, meeting his gaze, and the edges of her expression softened. but you’re the only one i’ve sought twice.

her voice was quieter now, her words meant more for him than for the world around them. there was no pretense, no obligation in her tone—just truth, spoken as plainly as she could manage. for a heartbeat, she thought of her own chieftain, of her pack, of the duties that pulled her in a hundred directions.

but none had pulled her here quite like this.

when you come back in the winter, i'll have a gift for you.