Swiftcurrent Creek when the moon sang,

morwenna’s lips pressed into a thin line, trembling just slightly as she absorbed gjalla’s words. a promise, quiet yet weighty, settled between them. it was enough. more than enough.

without another word, morwenna leaned forward, the soft, furred curve of her forehead meeting gjalla’s. the contact was deliberate, an intimate connection that held everything unspoken. a tether. a vow. her breath mingled with gjalla’s in the still air, her pale eyes closing briefly to anchor the moment in her heart.

you’ll find me, she murmured, her voice steady, yet wrapped in an undercurrent of emotion. in the valley, with the caribou.

a declaration of certainty. morwenna pulled back just slightly, her gaze searching gjalla’s for an understanding they did not need words to share. their paths would always intertwine, no matter the miles or the herds that lay between them.

exit mo