Shadowwyn Moor the mourning sun

morwenna’s step faltered, her eyes narrowing as she caught the scent—sharp and familiar, cutting through the icy air like a fragment of her past come to life. her heart leapt, recognition blooming in her chest, and she turned swiftly toward sun eater, her gaze sparking with urgency.

come, she beckoned, her voice soft but insistent, the warmth of their honeymoon momentarily tempered by this new purpose. she surged forward, her pace quick but measured, ensuring her husband followed close at her side. the wind whipped at her star-kissed coat, but she pressed on, her mind now consumed by the one name echoing in her heart.

gjalla.

when the dark ridge came into view, morwenna’s eyes darted across the landscape until they found her—a lone figure, strong and still, standing against the storm like a statue carved of ice. her sister, not of blood, but of bond. a piece of her soul she had thought lost.

morwenna closed the distance quickly, the snow muffling her steps. she didn’t hesitate as she reached gjalla, her muzzle brushing against the other’s cheek in a tender, affectionate greeting. the warmth of the gesture was mirrored in the smile that softened her features, a rare glimpse of joy in the midst of their tumultuous lives.

gjalla! she murmured, her voice laced with relief, her body angled protectively toward sun eater as he approached. morwenna’s gaze flicked between her husband and her sister, the two halves of her world meeting for the first time. she felt the weight of the moment settle in her chest, but for now, all she could do was hold onto the fragile spark of reunion that had found her in the snow.