Overture Downs winds of east

morwenna’s lips curved gently, her gaze softening as she allowed sun eater’s touch against the caribou hide she wore. his paw lingered for a moment, and hers flicked briefly downward, tracing the edge of the fur he had gifted her. her own form seemed smaller beside his restless energy, yet steady, grounded in its own way.

spoil, she began, her voice quiet but clear, is what you take from victory. the prize of your labor. a good thing, something to be proud of.

she let the words hang between them, the air tinged with a fragile understanding. when his gaze shifted, drawn to the movement below, morwenna followed it, her own expression dimming as she caught sight of the figure chasing the cows. her brow furrowed, the faintest frown pulling at her lips as she turned back to him.

keep your herd safe, chieftain, she murmured, her tone softer now, touched with something akin to concern. 

i will see you again. her eyes lingered on his face, searching for his reaction, before drifting back to the distant figure that threatened the quiet harmony of the moment.

exit mo against my will!!!