Overture Downs seekers wish

the rhythm of her heart changed as she crossed the open snowfields, leaving behind the steady cadence of the caribou herds. their pull had been strong, a lifeline to her kind, but today suliya moved against that tide. she sought something different—something she couldn’t yet name but felt as an ache in her chest.

her breath puffed in soft clouds as she navigated the frost-laden expanse, her sharp gaze scanning the ridges and folds of the land. the memory of winter’s wake lingered in her mind: his deliberate movements, his storm-laden coat, his piercing gaze that seemed to see through her as easily as she saw through the herds.

she didn’t know what she was looking for exactly, only that she had to find him. there was an understanding between them, quiet and unspoken, that pulled her in his direction.

winter's @Wake, she called softly when she reached a rise, her voice carried on the winter wind. her pawsteps slowed as she waited, ears pricked for the faintest sound of his approach.