Shy Deer Steppes Nobody's soldier

Intended for @Roan but all welcome!!!

It was barren, here. Nothing but dull, sparse grass broken up by thin layers of snow; all the land beneath the sun's searing eye, it was far from a picture of paradise, and yet..

Synder thought it held a strange beauty to it; maybe it was the breeze in her fur, or the vast horizon that stretched on ahead of her, and in all directions. A baptism of realized freedom in the biting winter winds. She stood by a mass of rocks and old, dead tree, a comfortable shelter nestled further inwards. The dark mask of her face lowered to the ground, watching for lizards darting between the rocks. She liked to keep her skills sharp, even if they served her very little nowadays.

She grew curious of his whereabouts, and lifted her head to howl into the wastes. Roan. Her call was a somber melody, low and purposeful as it hummed through the air.

She was not entirely concerned that others might've also heard the call.

roan appeared from the shadow of the barren rocks, his silhouette sharp against the pale horizon. his movements were deliberate, slow yet assured, as if the land itself bent to his will. he said nothing, his piercing eyes cutting through the space between them, acknowledging her with a flick of his ear.

his presence carried an unspoken weight, a reminder of the authority he bore even in the silence. brushing past her, his gaze lingered briefly on her form before turning to the horizon. he did not stop.