Shadowwyn Moor jēdiys

soon they might push up north again. she thought it must be before the snow became too think between here and there. the river would hold an unspeakable beauty, it would welcome them back for a time.

she wondered what the sea looked like.

her path took her away from any hunting when the call rang. strong legs worked through the moor without much fuss. it was likely she would have been thin with all this movement if not for their hunting. she was pleased to know this life provided, though.

you return! she beamed warm and wide, a strong waving arc of her tail. you will make him jealous, calling for me so soon. yet her voice was only teasing with a motion of her head to invite the healer close to her.

this way they might walk and talk in tones that did not invite listening ears.