Overture Downs seekers wish

suliya’s breath steamed in the cold air as she gave chase, her legs pumping with the ease and rhythm of one born to the hunt. winter’s wake darted ahead, his movements quick and deliberate, but she could see it—the slight falter, the flicker of his power beginning to wane. he was no caribou, gliding over the snow in endless rhythm, and she was no stranger to chasing those swift and elusive creatures.

her focus narrowed, each step pulling her closer, each stride carrying her into his shadow. she did not call out, did not waste her breath on words. the thrill of the chase spoke for her, the pounding of her heart singing in time with the crunch of snow beneath her paws.

closer. closer.

then, with a final burst of speed, she closed the distance, her body slamming into his with just enough force to topple them both into the snow. the world spun for a moment, a tumble of limbs and laughter and cold, before she found herself atop him, her chest heaving with exertion, her paws pinning him firmly against the frozen ground.

snow dusted the bridge of her nose, and she paused to lick it away, her golden eyes meeting his with a spark of triumph. she grinned down at him, her breath warm against the chill.

caught you, she murmured, a teasing lilt in her voice. but she did not move to release him, her weight pressed against his as if daring him to find a way free. the game had shifted, and she was curious to see how he would play it.