Wild Berry Meadow [m] feelin' herself

the meadow stretched wide before him, a sea of swaying grasses touched with the soft blush of early dawn. roan stood at its edge, his dark frame etched sharply against the golden hues of the horizon. he had left maeve somewhere—he wasn’t sure where anymore, nor did he linger on the thought. she was capable, and he wasn’t the type to tether himself too tightly to anything or anyone.

his paws pressed into the damp earth as he stepped forward, the morning dew clinging to his fur like tiny crystals. the air was cool, biting just enough to keep him sharp, his breath curling in soft clouds before him. the meadow was quiet, save for the occasional chirp of a waking bird, and roan’s amber eyes scanned the expanse with a calculated sort of interest.

solitude had its charm, but it also left space for thoughts to fester. he shook his head, dismissing the flicker of memories that threatened to surface. this wasn’t the place for that. this was a place for movement, for purpose. he didn’t know what he was searching for, but he’d find it—or let it find him.