Shy Deer Steppes sweet blessings

roan caught the scent, sharp and strange—a feminine sweetness laced with something unmistakably male. his jaw tightened, teeth gritting as a grimace pulled at his scarred muzzle.

he said nothing, his eyes narrowing as he fixed his gaze ahead, unwilling to linger on the peculiar aroma longer than necessary.

until he was right before him. lounging.

roan let out a chuff.