Lost Creek Hollow my light

the thrill of the hunt coursed through morwenna like a forgotten flame reignited. each step she took across the snow was swift, sure, and unrelenting. her body moved with an ease she had not felt since her youth, her instincts honed and sharp as the wind whipped past her. this was life—raw and unfiltered—and it surged through her veins like wildfire.

she followed sun eater’s lead without hesitation, their movements almost synchronized as they wove through the chaos of the fleeing herd. his presence was a pillar of strength beside her, yet she was no shadow. she darted between the caribou with a precision born of speed and cunning, the lightness of her frame lending her an edge that made her almost untouchable.

eyes locked on their chosen target—a creature already marked for death. sun eater struck first, his powerful frame carving a path of destruction through the snow, and she followed with a beckoning swiftness, her movements fluid as water. the wounded beast stumbled, its blood painting the snow as they worked in unison, pressing it further into fatigue.

the scent of blood filled the air, sharp and metallic, but it only drove her onward. her lips peeled back in a snarl as she darted in close, her teeth grazing the beast’s flank before retreating, allowing sun eater to take the brunt of its resistance. he bore his bruises like badges, and though her heart tightened at the sight of them, she knew he would not falter.

alive. she felt alive in a way she had not allowed herself to feel in years. she was more than a survivor now; she was a hunter, a predator, and she relished the rush of it as she moved seamlessly beside him. together, they were unstoppable, a force of nature born of their shared strength and purpose.