[POV: Solenne]
The days in Haleford had grown longer, and with them, the ache in her chest.
She settled into her role at Thistle & Thread with practiced grace. She blended tinctures, bound wounds, swept the porch, and prepared remedies for people who never quite knew what to make of a mute girl with experienced hands and a soul-searching gaze.
The strange looks didn't bother her. It was a far cry from what life in the wolflands was like, and she was just grateful not to be ostracized entirely.
Yet, despite becoming accustomed to the rhythm of her new daily life, she felt lost… and incomplete. It was as if something was wrong, but she didn't know exactly what.
Further discomfort settled in her belly when she began experiencing strange dreams.
Strange, vivid visions that clung to her mind even after she woke. She saw fleeting images of battles she had never fought. A great silver wolf, bleeding into the snow, of a sword striking the ground beside a pair of boots and a limp body.
