Whitebark Stream meddleborn

her head dipped low, a gesture of both respect and contemplation as sun eater's words rumbled through the crisp air. his presence, commanding and resolute, lingered in the way his breath ghosted over her fur and his teeth grazed possessively.

she felt the weight of his words settle within her, and when she raised her head to meet his gaze, her expression was firm yet questioning. i was not sure if teeth were my place, she admitted, her voice soft but unwavering. i will be more...aggressive.

her eyes searched his, seeking not just his approval but the confirmation that she, too, held a role of strength and purpose at his side. she would meet his expectations, for him, for their saatsine, and for herself.