Meadowlark Prairie codeine scene

roan’s ear flicked at her words, sharp but silent. the cadence of her voice wavered in places, carrying truths she chose not to fully unearth. he let her speak without interruption, his golden eyes steady on her as she finished.

her mention of a new pack and the thought of her departure settled heavily between them. roan’s head tilted slightly, his expression unreadable, save for a flicker of something deeper in his gaze.

you leavin’ me, then? his words came low, almost gravelly, breaking the stillness like the creak of an old branch in the wind. it wasn’t accusatory, but there was weight behind the question—a quiet challenge, perhaps, or maybe something softer.

he didn’t look away, his gaze lingering, searching her face for an answer that might extend beyond her words.