Shadowwyn Moor the mourning sun

any other time, sun eater might have lifted lip at morwenna's command, no matter how inviting. but she had kept him surprised and sated, blissful; she had kept away the shadow from his dreams and maintained the relaxed state of his hard body.

still he followed at a more ambling pace, tasting the air for his caribou and for any strangers. one; female; standing alone as morwenna approached. he watched their reunion with a closed expression, head high as he closed the distance between himself and his woman.

this stranger held that fragrance of freshwater and birchwood which sun eater had come first to associate with his wife, then the chieftains they had left behind. dichotomous his reaction, first appeasement and then wariness.

"she is blood?" he asked gruffly, though he stepped beyond the dark pair of she-wolves now, staring firmly in the direction of swiftcurrent.