Meadowlark Prairie codeine scene

roan shook his head, the movement slow and deliberate, his pale gaze unwavering as it settled on her. there was no hesitation, no desire in the flick of his eyes toward the pronghorn’s remains.

he did not eat such small kills. this one had been for her.

his broad frame shifted slightly, settling deeper into the snow, a silent sentinel as she finished. the blood on her muzzle didn’t bother him—her survival was the only thing that mattered. when she spoke, offering what was left, he exhaled a low huff, the sound dismissive but not unkind.

it was not his way to indulge in words or explanations. actions spoke enough. he had brought her the kill, and she had eaten. that was all there was to it. with a flick of his ear, roan turned his gaze to the horizon, the unending white expanse ahead holding far more interest than the offering at his paws.