Lost Creek Hollow my light

morwenna believed him.

sun eater was a man of strength, a figure as solid and immovable as the mountains that cradled the saatsine. he took what was his with the assuredness of one who knew no failure, and she, wrapped in the hide he had claimed for her, could not doubt him. he was a pinnacle of power, a forceful current against which she found herself pulled.

her eyes flickered to his, confusion lacing their pale depths at his request. he had not needed to ask, but still, his words drew a quiet murmur from her lips. i would not.

the touch of his temple against hers grounded her further, a small, soft sigh escaping her as she leaned into him. her voice dropped, low and steady, carrying a quiet promise meant only for him. if any disagreements, we talk in private. on a bed of the softest caribou hide.

the words hung between them, intimate and binding. her gaze lingered on his, unyielding in its resolve. she would walk with him, learn his ways, stand at his side. and in return, she knew he would stand as her shield, her strength, her sun.