Lost Creek Hollow my light

the scent of @Sun Eater lingered like a trail of smoke against the cold air, faint but unmistakable. morwenna followed it with steady determination, her steps measured but unrelenting. the caribou hide draped over her shoulders carried its familiar weight, its scent mingling with her own, as though it were now an extension of her.

she had made her decision.

clutched in her jaws was a token of her own making: a spire of antler bone from the caribou, chewed and carved into the likeness of a feather. its surface bore the subtle marks of her efforts, imperfections that made it uniquely hers. sinew wrapped around the base secured a few crow feathers that fluttered lightly in the wind, a small nod to her own traditions, her own story.

it was a gift. an answer.

the frosted ground crunched beneath her paws as she approached the edge of the clearing where she suspected he might be. her heart thudded steadily in her chest, not out of fear, but something more—anticipation, perhaps. her breath clouded the air in soft bursts as she paused, lifting her head to scan the horizon.

there, she thought, catching the faintest movement in the distance. the shape of a wolf, powerful and familiar, against the pale landscape. she swallowed her hesitation, the weight of her decision anchoring her steps as she moved forward.

chieftain? she called softly, her voice carrying through the crisp air, steady but tinged with something unspoken. she approached slowly, the carved antler feather swaying gently as she walked, its significance heavy between them.