Moonspear older and far away

Zyraena raised her head as she heard Sialuk's approach, the scent of elk wafting through the air, making her stomach stir in anticipation.

She had grown accustomed to the rhythms of life here, the quiet routines that had helped to ease the fear and confusion of her early days. Despite the lingering worry for Liora, Zyraena had found a semblance of peace within the safety of the village, even as the winter settled in around them.

Zyraena appreciated Sialuk's vigilant doting, but soon, she was eager to put a foot forward and pay the woman back.

She stretched, her body still lean from the hardships of her journey but stronger now, the lingering fatigue from the past weeks slowly fading. When Sialuk entered, Zyraena offered a soft woof in greeting, her lavender eyes lifting to meet the sage's gaze.

"Afternoon, Sialuk." She smiled softly.