Luneshale Pass lonely bones

Maeve’s eyes gleamed like twin embers beneath the rising sun. She was drawn to the wild expanse, to the silence that called to her, even though it wasn’t her favorite company. No, Maeve craved the warmth of voices, the clash of personalities, the pulse of life in all its chaos. But sometimes, even she needed a moment to herself.

Her legs carried her easily over the rugged terrain, the wind tugging at the dark streaks of gray and tawny in her fur. As she neared the open clearing, a figure loomed in the distance. Roan. 

A broad form was impossible to miss, standing tall and strong against the void of mist and stone. Maeve snorted, a leisurely smile curling at the edges of her lips. 

Her gaze trailed over him with no pretense of decorum, the look sharp and direct, almost playful. "You’re a bit far from home, aren’t you, big guy?" She chuckled low in her throat, her tone teasing but not unkind. If he was a bit less towering, she might’ve asked if he were lost. Didn’t seem like the type to be wanderin’ without purpose.