Blackfeather Woods Getting back to myself

It was a familiar question that escaped the scarred mother and the Morta could not stop the small smile that cracked her neutral features. Good. Peace. She breathed the words as if they lifted a weight off of her shoulders. No pesky creatures stealing from them, no deaths, no intruders lurking through the borders. There was not much more the Morta could ask for.

You? Her narrow head tilted as she allowed her gaze to gently search the Merei's green eyes. Anything that might tell her more.