Shadowwyn Moor Muradoii

without a word, her pale, snow-colored eyes tracing the fluid movements of meleys as she led the way. the other woman carried herself with a quiet authority, her steps deliberate and purposeful among the herd. suliya mirrored her pace, her own movements just as silent, a shadow slipping effortlessly into the rhythm of the group.

her gaze swept over the herd, studying the subtle shifts in their posture, the way they seemed to sense meleys’s presence but didn’t scatter. it was a dance, one suliya wasn’t accustomed to, but she felt the pull of its cadence, the unspoken language that tied predator and prey in a fragile, primal balance.

suliya’s breath rose and fell in steady clouds, her sharp focus never wavering. the herd moved, and so did she, her steps light but grounded, her ears attuned to the whispers of the snow-laden breeze. she didn’t seek to impose, only to observe, to learn what meleys showed through action alone.

as they wove through the herd, suliya remained close but unobtrusive, her presence quiet yet intentional.