Luneshale Pass lonely bones

roan didn’t shift when the voice cut through his silence, low and teasing like the wind that tugged at the edges of his coat. his jaw flexed briefly, the only sign he’d heard her at all. eyes of stormy gray turned toward the source of the interruption, slow and deliberate, before settling on the woman.

his response came as a low grunt, a sound that was more acknowledgment than answer. he let the quiet stretch between them, unhurried as he swept his gaze across her, sizing her up like one would a wayward steer. her easy smile didn’t faze him, nor did the sharpness in her look.

hm. a deeper grunt this time, one that carried the weight of his meaning. he wasn’t lost, wasn’t wandering aimlessly. if he was far from home, it was because he chose to be. he didn’t owe her an explanation, but he stood steady, letting the quiet between them speak as much as his lack of words.

his head tipped slightly, a subtle motion that seemed to ask, and what about you? no teasing in his stance, just a steady presence that wouldn’t be moved by the winds or her words.