Moonstone Quarry The wolf that always seeks his own kind

thinking here!

he led her toward a natural rock formation—an outcrop of jagged stone that seemed to rise out of the earth like a monument. the stones were encircled by hyacinths, their small blue flowers a soft contrast against the gray of the rocks. the scent of the flowers was calming, filling the space with a quiet stillness.

this place, solharr murmured, the words almost reverent as he stepped aside to allow her to take it in. here, beneath the hyacinths.

his eyes met hers, the weight of his responsibility pressing into his chest, yet there was something in his gaze that softened as he regarded her. it is fitting, he added, his voice low but steady, for the one who bore such strength and grace in life.

he stood there, unmoving for a moment, before nodding to her. it is yours to set, moonwoman.

the ground was quiet beneath them, and for a brief moment, it felt as if the land itself was holding its breath, waiting for the decision to be made. solharr’s presence was steady, unwavering, as he offered his silent support for the moment that would connect past and future.