Shadowwyn Moor [m] māmila

morwenna smiled softly at his words, a warmth blooming in her chest at the thought of children—many children—born from their union. her eyes softened as she gazed at her husband, his sharp grin and proud stature filling her with a deep sense of reassurance.

there will be many. she murmured, the certainty in her tone clear. her voice was steady, touched with an affection she reserved only for him. with you, me, they will thrive.

shifting gently, morwenna began to rise, her lithe frame stretching as she moved to her paws. she leaned in close, her muzzle brushing his with tender purpose, her lips pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. the act was delicate, almost reverent, and lingered just long enough to speak what words could not.

as she stepped back slightly, her gaze found his again, curiosity dancing in its depths. i would like most nights to be like this, she admitted, a flicker of playfulness curving her lips. us, if it could be so.

her head tilted, an invitation laced within her question, as if she knew he could not refuse her. i would like to learn lanzadoii. afterall— i hold your name.

then, a small sliver of her own hope: it will be easier to teach our pups if we both speak it.