Sunbeam Lair one last breath 'til the tears start to wither

The night was silent—inviting almost, for it allowed her to give pause and listen to the thrum of her heartbeat—perhaps, something she should have listened to a long time ago.

“Shit,” the word broke her from her reveries—her eyes sharp upon the tawny figure that now slid down a bit, seeking something. The other hadn’t seen her yet (unbeknownst to Meadow that she wouldn’t), and the distinct scent of canyon and Mereo curled at her nose, starkly reminding her of Reyson.

She shifted—the other was at the entrance, close to her now, and assuming it was simply the dark that hid her from view, Meadow uttered a crooning bark to announce her presence, already feeling very tired at the prospect of conversation, and yet not willing to look like she had been attempting to skulk in the shadows.