Wapun Meadow stress lines and cigarettes

nimbus turned his head slowly at the sound of her voice, the faint flicker of recognition pulling him from his quiet thoughts. his pale coat blended with the snow around him, making him appear almost as though he had been carved from the landscape itself. for a moment, he didn’t answer, studying her as if trying to recall where they’d last met.

he dipped his head in acknowledgment, the barest flicker of warmth softening his otherwise stoic expression. rala. thought you'd forgotten me, he muttered, his voice rough and low, carrying more sentiment than the words themselves revealed.

nimbus shifted his weight, sitting back on his haunches as his gaze drifted past her, sweeping over the meadow that stretched behind. didn’t mean to intrude on your grounds. i was just… passing through. his voice carried a note of detachment, as though even he didn’t fully believe himself.