Swiftcurrent Creek whats comes next,

morwenna tilted her head, a sly glint in her frost-laden eyes as she regarded akavir. then you’d best sharpen those claws of yours, she quipped lightly, though her tone softened just enough to ease the weight of her words. a leader doesn’t fret over the battle before it’s begun. he stands firm and ready for whatever comes.

stepping closer, she brushed her muzzle against his, the gesture intimate yet fleeting. but indulge yourself, she murmured, her lips quirking into a faint smile. try a little optimism, for once. it might suit you.

without waiting for his reply, she leaned in and pressed a kiss to his cheek, her touch lingering just long enough to leave her warmth behind. good luck, she whispered, her voice low, and then she stepped back, a fleeting figure already retreating toward the distant promise of the caribou hunters.

as she slipped away, she cast a final glance over her shoulder, her expression unreadable but steady. the future was uncertain, yes, but her resolve was unwavering. she would see this through.