Golden Glade i'll follow you into the dark

Mictec watched Qvasir carefully, noting the steadiness in his gaze and the quiet determination that seemed to emanate from him. There was a calmness in his presence, a connection to the land that spoke of a deep understanding. She could see that he was already in tune with the task at hand, his mind working with the earth in a way that mirrored her own.

Trust.
This is what it meant to trust another Mictec came to realize, someone who she could share her vision with and was willing to assist. It was the ultimate foundation that a pack needed, making her feel proud that she had found the ability to trust another.

Mictec begun to move with purpose, her eyes scanning the ground as she walked, the soft crunch of leaves and twigs beneath her every step a quiet rhythm in the stillness. As she bowed her head, nose brushing over the earth, she took great care in inspecting the downed branches that littered the area. Some were brittle and dry, others still held a trace of life, their bark rough to the touch, but all of them would have a purpose.

With a swift, practiced motion, she selected a few that seemed strong enough to be repurposed, and begun to drag them towards him. She worked with caution, her movements steady taking heed of his warnings to not strain her body. She paused for a moment, glancing over at Qvasir, the faintest smile tugging at her lips. The branches, each one varying in size, were a piece of the puzzle.

We’ll need more than this, but it’s a good start.

yay I was struggling trying to figure that out!