Shadowwyn Moor trinaest

she laughed with warmth to rival the chill of the early winter air. yes! just as chieftain still hunts caribou. he did not only lord over them. the caribou was always theirs to follow, to hunt.

and now she must breathe another title, that might draw heavier questions.

he wants me as war chief, too. he knows we have no wars, but it is good to always be ready. to create strength now.

her warmth still lingered, but her voice had grown softer. her features thoughtful as she looked upon his face. his reaction would carry more weight than any thoughts she held right now.