Otatso Wetlands Flatworm

morwenna nodded once, her silent agreement a subtle shift in her posture. stepping into line with the black-furred woman, her strides were smooth, practiced, her focus split between the task ahead and the presence at her side.

as they moved, morwenna tilted her head toward the stranger, her voice low and calm. what is your name? she asked, sparing the woman a sidelong glance, curiosity mingling with the quiet resolve in her tone. i'm morwenna. that's sun eater, a chieftain.

her gaze flickered forward, landing on the strong, unyielding figure of sun eater. her eyes lingered briefly at the base of his neck, where his shoulders rippled with every deliberate step. she felt a pull, subtle but present, grounding her in the rhythm of their movement.