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morwenna stilled, the caribou hide around her shoulders shifting with the soft breeze. her sharp nose caught the scent of the male long before she saw him—rich, earthy, and tinged with the faint musk of exertion. her pale eyes narrowed slightly, and her ears flicked toward the distant sound of rustling underbrush and the scattered cries of disturbed birds.

she adjusted the fur with a quiet huff, her muscles taut beneath the weight of the pelt as she turned toward the source. her scouting had brought her to this patch of quiet land, yet now it seemed she was not as alone as she had thought.

softly, she began to follow, her steps careful and deliberate, leaving little trace in her wake. ahead, the trail thickened, marked by the lingering heat of a chase. as she crested a rise, she caught sight of him—pale, statuesque, his breath coming in sharp puffs as he stood over the trail of his quarry.

for a moment, she watched, the distance between them enough to keep her unnoticed. the sight of him stirred something unspoken in her chest, though she remained as stoic as the valley around them. with a soft exhale, she adjusted the fur once more, waiting to see if the stag would notice her.