Qeya River home & consonance

Gjalla sat at the edge of the ridge, her gaze fixed on the stars above. The chill of the night tugged at her, but it did little to sway her. The heavens had a certain allure tonight—distant and elusive. Her eyes traced constellations that had always brought some comfort, but tonight, they felt more like distant whispers of lives she couldn't touch. Like they knew her pain, even though they could do nothing about it.

"Shouldn't be out here alone," came a familiar voice, gentle but firm. She recognized that tone well. Her spirit sister’s presence was always a comfort, even if she never quite knew how to ask for it.

The she-wolf padded to her side, her movements graceful, despite the subtle shift in her posture. A telltale roundness in her belly—an early sign of the life growing inside her. Gjalla made an effort not to mention it.

Gjalla didn't turn to face her, but there was a slight shift in her posture, a subtle acknowledgment of the intrusion. "Not alone, Mo," she muttered. "The stars are with me."

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for @Keda !