Hushed Willows [m] Every song that I've ever loved

nimbus's ears flicked as marina's words lingered in the air, their weight settling on him like the soft press of twilight. his pale yellow eyes, cold as a mountain's peak, tracked her movements as she began to walk. he hesitated, claws flexing against the earth as though deciding whether to follow. but when she beckoned, he let out a low, rumbling sigh and fell into step behind her, his large frame moving with surprising quiet.

lost isn't always a bad thing, he said finally, his voice a gravelly drawl that carried both weariness and wisdom. his gaze briefly drifted to the sky, visible in patches between the canopy of trees.

when her teasing tone reached him, a flicker of amusement softened his otherwise stoic expression. he regarded her for a moment, his head tilting slightly, the hint of a smirk curling his lips. what is it you're looking for? he asked, his voice low but not unkind. you don't strike me as someone who asks for help lightly.

his pace slowed as he continued, his eyes narrowing slightly, thoughtful. but i suppose, for now, i've got time to spare. lead the way.