Whitebark Stream meddleborn

teeth bared, she turned her head sharply at the familiar rumble breaking through the trees, her breath curling in the cold air as she caught sight of her husband. the growl carried with it the weight of their bond and the force of his authority. sun eater!

without hesitation, she moved to join him, her steps confident but measured. she played the part of submission, a dance she performed only for him. nuzzling into his shoulder, her nose brushed the charm she had gifted him, still nestled close to his heart.

strange man, she spoke in lanzadoii, her voice steady but filled with veiled disdain, he thinks he can have me!

her gaze flickered briefly to the white male, her expression hard and unyielding, before turning her focus fully to her husband. she trusted sun eater’s judgment, his strength. whatever came next would be decided by him.