Lost Creek Hollow my light

morwenna’s ears twitched, catching the cadence of his words. they rolled like the heavy wind over frozen peaks—foreign, yes, but intoxicating. her tail swayed behind her, brushing against the snow as she shifted her weight, her eyes fixed on him, brimming with quiet admiration. handsome, she murmured.

his command was clear, his focus already sharpening on the herd in the distance. morwenna lowered herself slightly, her head dipping in instinctive submission, a silent acknowledgment of his leadership. but it wasn’t weakness—it was her way of falling into the rhythm he demanded, her strength coiled like a spring beneath her pelt.

when he motioned toward the caribou, her heart leapt. she reared briefly, her front paws slashing at the air before she landed lightly, her nose pointing toward the herd. her voice was low, steady. i follow.

her body moved without hesitation, falling into step beside him, every muscle attuned to the hunt. a ripple of excitement coursed through her as her gaze darted between him and the distant caribou. she wanted to show him. beneath the caribou hide and her composed demeanor lay a feral power she had yet to unleash.

the thought burned in her chest as she awaited his next signal, her breath curling into the frosty air. this was his moment to lead—and hers to prove she belonged at his side.