Shadowwyn Moor Muradoii

suliya approached with a deliberate stride, her tail curling slightly in response to the unspoken warning in meleys’ gaze. there was a weight in the air between them, not hostility, but the undeniable tension of two wolves measuring one another. her pale eyes softened only slightly as she halted a respectful distance away, her head dipping faintly in acknowledgment.

then we’ve already started on the right foot, she replied in their shared tongue, her voice carrying both warmth and a hint of that ever-present edge. it’s not often i find myself told to do something that feels so... worthwhile.

her gaze swept to the herd meleys watched over, her admiration evident in the quiet way her tail swayed. they are strong. your guidance is clear in them. the compliment wasn’t empty; suliya understood the depth of what it meant to care for the herd, and in her words, she offered not just respect, but a small invitation to ease the tension.

perhaps you’ll share more than just their strength with me, suliya continued, her tone lightening. i’d like to know the sister of our chieftain—your wisdom, your ways. if you’d have me, that is. she let the words hang between them, her demeanor firm yet open, inviting meleys to decide what came next.