Meadowlark Prairie codeine scene

roan’s lip curled, a sneer pulling at the scarred edge of his mouth. no pack, he muttered, the words clipped, spoken with an undertone that brooked no argument. the notion of being tethered to others was distasteful, even now, when survival was at its harshest.

his golden eyes flicked to synder, assessing her carefully. the way she had approached, her movements careful yet determined, was not lost on him. she wore her injuries plainly, but her strength was evident.

he tilted his head slightly, as if to weigh her worth before speaking again. you? the single word was gruff, edged with curiosity he did not bother to hide. she did not smell of belonging, not truly, but her scars carried a story he could not yet name.