Wild Berry Meadow [m] feelin' herself

his breath came slow and uneven, like a beast settling after the chase. the roan shifted, his weight still a commanding presence, though there was something unspoken in the way he lingered—something that bordered on cruelty, or perhaps apathy, but was too calculated to be either.

he propped himself up just enough to meet her gaze, his face shadowed, his eyes bearing a smirk that his mouth did not.

i'm no pack animal. he muttered, his voice gravel and smoke, heavy and dismissive. his paws ghosted over the line of her jaw, but there was no tenderness in the gesture.

his tone was casual, but the words coiled tight around her like a chain, binding her in their blunt, unyielding truth. he leaned closer, close enough for her to feel the heat of him, and yet his eyes held a distance that was unbridgeable.

you wanted this, he murmured, the accusation slipping from his lips like a blade. don't act like you didn't know what you were getting.

then, without ceremony, he pushed himself up, the cold absence of him settling in the space where his weight had been moments before. his broad frame disappearing into the night, leaving behind only the weight of his presence and the faint scent of earth and blood on the air.