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elowen stayed quiet as lorcan’s tease carried through the crisp morning air, her pale gaze following his to envy’s sharp silhouette. the air between them all felt taut, as though stretched thin by something unspoken. it was awkward, she realized, in a way she was quite familiar with. had she known how to quell it? well, no, but she could certainly distract from it!

when envy bristled at his remark, elowen’s ears twitched faintly, catching the subtle shift in her tone. It wasn’t anger—at least she didn't think so, not entirely. there was something in the way envy spoke that felt heavier than the words themselves. 

she glanced up at lorcan as he mentioned a hunt, the warmth in his voice doing little to chase away the awkwardness that lingered. her heart warmed faintly at his attempts to lift the mood, even if they felt misplaced. 

as envy halted and turned her gaze to the southwest, elowen paused as well, her soft breaths visible in the morning chill. she tilted her head, listening intently as the she-wolf spoke of the scent she’d picked up. a flicker of curiosity stirred in her chest.

“i could check,” she suggested softly, her voice barely above a whisper, as though unwilling to disrupt the tenuous quiet between them. her eyes flicked back to envy, her expression searching. "m' quiet enough, at least."