Lost Creek Hollow my light

morwenna’s chest heaved with every labored breath, the chill of the air biting at her lungs and mingling with the fire coursing through her veins. she stood for a moment, staring down at the lifeless bull, its massive form crumpled in the bloody snow. triumph pulsed within her, but the ache in her muscles reminded her of the cost.

turning to sun eater, her silver eyes softened, catching the scarlet grin that spread across his features. her heart swelled at the pride in his gaze, though she moved instinctively toward him, her focus shifting entirely to him and the marks left by the battle.

her nose brushed gently along his bloodstained shoulders, searching for any wounds that might need her care. her tongue swept over a deep scrape, the taste of iron sharp on her tongue, and she hummed softly under her breath, a soothing sound meant for him.

sun eater came first—always.

her voice was low when she finally spoke, steady despite her exhaustion. you are strong, she murmured, her breath warm against his fur as she continued to clean him. her movements were tender, deliberate, as though her care could erase the bruises and blood altogether.

once satisfied with her work, she rested her forehead briefly against his, drawing strength from the closeness, the bond they had forged in blood and snow. then, with a faint, tired smile, she whispered, we did well, my husband. but you—always, you lead us to victory.