Shadowwyn Moor Hydrurga

suliya’s pale eyes flicked toward the voice that called her. the frosted air carried a sharpness, and the weight of responsibility loomed heavy as the saatsine wolves prepared for the inevitable turning of the season.

you call for me, she greeted plainly, stepping toward the girl who had summoned her, her posture steady and unwavering. her tone carried neither hostility nor warmth, simply a matter-of-factness that matched her measured steps. her eyes, sharp and assessing, fixed on the younger wolf, searching her expression.

what do you seek? she asked, her voice low but clear. a faint tilt of her head betrayed the flicker of curiosity beneath her composed exterior. the saatsine way demanded strength and purpose; she wondered if this girl’s call carried either.

as she waited for an answer, her thoughts wove briefly to the words of sun eater, to the paths she herself had yet to decide upon. her own questions remained unanswered, but she held them close, guarding them like the treasures of a muradoii spirit. now, she would see what this one sought from her.