Shadowwyn Moor stare down the barrel

the open moor stretched wide, the wind brushing against suliya's fur as she moved with the quiet grace of one accustomed to the hunt. the sky above hung low and grey, and the cold bit at her nose, but she did not mind. it was the kind of day that felt alive with possibilities—though, for now, she sought familiarity.

her sharp eyes caught sight of a figure moving ahead, the boy with ankhgolden eyes, alone in the vastness. she adjusted her pace, her path naturally veering toward him, her presence deliberate but unthreatening.

ezra, she called softly, her voice carrying a calm authority. as she drew closer, her head dipped in greeting, her gaze steady. good morning.

there was no flourish in her tone, no unnecessary words—just a simple acknowledgment of his presence. she studied him briefly, a flicker of something unreadable in her eyes. you’re out early.