Overture Downs so stay with me because,

morwenna’s pale eyes flicked to the stag-like wolf as he approached, his words measured and sincere. her expression softened, but her thoughts remained distant, tugged by the currents of her mind.

i have not yet decided to linger, she admitted, her voice quiet but steady, as if speaking her indecision aloud would somehow anchor it. these woodlands are beautiful, but the saatsine call to me. she hesitated, the faintest flicker of emotion crossing her features. sun eater...

her gaze returned to him, sharp and thoughtful, catching the pride in his explanation. the rhythm. she turned the word over in her mind, intrigued by its weight.

the rhythm, she repeated, as if tasting the concept for the first time. it sounds... grounding. to move with the seasons, to follow their turn. your wolves sound wise. she tilted her head slightly, studying him further. is it something you’ve always believed, or did you find it for yourself?