Shadowwyn Moor petnaest

morwenna's gait was slow as she moved through the territory, her nose close to the ground, occasionally brushing the frost-kissed earth as she inspected the herbs she had begun to collect. it was a meager cache, but the thought of pregnancy, of the future, had spurred her into quiet action. she knew the seasons would turn, and with them would come new life. she wanted to be prepared.

when the war chief's shadow loomed near, morwenna lifted her head. the woman's presence was commanding—buff, broad, and resolute, her form a stark contrast against the muted tones of the moor. morwenna felt a flicker of hesitation, then curiosity, blooming beneath the surface. she was no stranger to the weight of a leader's gaze, but this one carried something different, something she could not yet place.

you seek me? she said softly, her voice calm, as if her words had been carried by the wind itself. her green eyes swept over the war chief, studying her.

was there something you needed? or do you simply wish to see me? there was no edge to her tone, only an openness that belied her guarded nature. morwenna waited, ears twitching slightly, ready to hear what the other woman might say.