Meadowlark Prairie codeine scene

Synder let her weight slide gradually onto her side, hind legs pushed out from under her to splay along the ground, a slight twist to her spine. The air had shifted in a hardly perceptible way, a little heavier, more guarded despite the words that followed. She adjusted accordingly. All things could be untangled with patience.

..Nothing of great importance, for now. She murmured, a forepaw lifted to idly trace circles into the soft snow. Maybe just assurance. You show me yours, I'll show you mine. Truths and only that. I'll do the same.

With that, Synder looked back to the ground, the comfort of plush snow, still air, and serene silence bearing the lull of sleep down onto her shoulders. ..I think you are interesting, Roan.