Lost Creek Hollow my light

morwenna surged after him, her limbs cutting through the snow with fluid determination, each stride keeping her just a breath behind. her heart thudded wildly, not from the exertion but from the thrill—this was the wildness she had sought, the sharp edge of purpose that made her feel alive.

the caribou scattered, their panicked hooves breaking the pristine quiet of the snowy expanse. her eyes locked onto the limping figure, and she felt a pang of something instinctual and ancient. pity, perhaps, or the satisfaction of a hunt about to reach its climax.

she did not speak, only mirrored sun eater's drive, the rhythm of their chase pulling her closer to him even as she trailed in his wake. each step was a promise, each breath shared between them in the cold air.

this was their moment, their bond forged in motion, and she would not falter.