Noctisardor Bypass sacred

morwenna approached with the still authority of someone long accustomed to being watched.

the black caribou hide marked the other woman plainly—work well done, labor earned. grey fangs was settling into itself. morwenna allowed herself to see that, to respect it.

she stopped at a reasonable distance and inclined her head, the gesture unmistakably queenly without being overbearing.

you wear the hunt well, she said, voice calm, cool as winter glass.

the fangs have chosen you kindly.

her pale gaze lifted, still assessing the white woman. she was impressed with what she's seen.

i am morwenna, she continued.

my husband and i have settled here, beneath uktark. blackfell is his second. as far as she's aware, between their brotherly bond.