Shadowwyn Moor petnaest

morwenna felt a soft flicker of warmth rise at the war chief's straightforwardness, so reminiscent of sun eater. it was a language she had learned quickly, one of sharp edges but clear intentions. her tail swayed faintly, a quiet acknowledgment of the question posed.

no, she answered firmly, her voice calm, though a trace of something wistful lingered. no husband there, but there is one here now. her gaze briefly flicked outward, toward the distant traces of where sun eater might be, before returning to ice diver with quiet steadiness.

and you? she asked, her curiosity genuine. do you have one? or does the herd claim all of your time? her question was soft, not prying, but carrying a note of sincerity. she found herself wanting to know this woman better—the one who held sun eater’s trust as his war chief.