Qeya River home & consonance

star eater's ears swiveled as gjalla spoke, each word a testament to the weight the woman bore. but morwenna's expression did not falter; instead, a warm flicker of approval danced across her features. her tail swayed softly behind her, brushing against the snow.
it is settled then! her voice carried a rare brightness, a resolve that felt contagious. come, i will show you my nest.
she stood, shaking the frost from her dark pelt, the stars glinting off her fur like scattered diamonds. as she began to move, she glanced back over her shoulder, a teasing smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. though, sun eater insists on building me a snow shelter, she admitted with a soft chuckle, the affection for her husband clear in her tone. it is temporary, for now.
pausing for a moment, she turned to meet gjalla's gaze fully. and while i show you the children's pelts, i can teach you some of our chieftain's words. they are harsh on the tongue but beautiful in meaning. her eyes gleamed with the promise of something more—a future that, for the first time, felt less like a distant hope and more like a tangible reality.