Overture Downs spoken words like moonlight,

blackfell’s ears flicked at her question, but his gaze didn’t linger on her. instead, it shifted briefly to the snow-covered ground, then to the distant horizon where the trees stood in stoic silence. his breath escaped in a slow plume, curling into the cold air before fading.

doesn’t matter, he said simply, his voice low and clipped.

he tilted his head slightly, red eyes narrowing as he studied her again, but whatever curiosity might’ve stirred within him, he didn’t let it show. instead, he let his gaze drop to the snow at her paws, his tone rough as he added, places don’t mean much when they’re gone.

and with that, he turned, his massive frame shifting as he moved to step past her, his pace unhurried. it wasn’t dismissal, not entirely, but it was clear he wasn’t interested in digging deeper.