Shadowwyn Moor stare down the barrel

suliya watched the young wolf with a quiet patience, her amber gaze steady as he spoke. there was a weight in his words, one that spoke of a boy who had seen too much in too little time. she listened without interruption, offering him the space to speak without judgment.

i've been lanzadoii my whole life, she said after a thoughtful pause, her voice carrying the cadence of someone used to recounting her story in pieces rather than as a whole. but sun eater became my chieftain just last moon.

her gaze softened slightly, though suliya was not one to lean heavily into sentiment. there is comfort in being part of something greater. something with roots and traditions. she tilted her head slightly, studying him. but you already know that, i think.

her tail swept once against the ground, a subtle gesture. your father and brother must be proud to have you here with them. and your mother— she hesitated, but only briefly. —she must’ve been proud of your search for them.

suliya’s gaze lingered on ezra for a moment longer before she shifted her weight slightly, her tone lightening just a fraction. traveling with her, was it like this? she gestured faintly to their surroundings, curious to hear what comparisons he might draw.