Shy Deer Steppes Nobody's soldier

roan’s lip curled, his frustration boiling over as he caught sight of synder’s faltering stride. i fucking told you, he growled, his voice low and sharp, cutting through the heavy air around them.

before she could protest, he moved closer, pressing his broad body against hers to steady her. the pressure was firm but not unkind, a reluctant support as much as it was a command to stop pushing herself beyond her limits.

we need to get out of here, he snapped, his amber eyes scanning the horizon for the safest path forward. the tension in his jaw betrayed the worry he wouldn’t voice outright.

without another word, he nudged her forward, his presence a shield against the weight of the grim scene they were leaving behind. whatever argument she might have, he wasn’t about to hear it. survival was all that mattered now.