Kintla Flatlands sunkissed

roan shrugged, his broad shoulders rolling with a quiet confidence as he crouched beside her. his amber eyes scanned the tracks, then flicked toward the brush ahead. we could take 'em head on, he muttered, his voice low and gravelly.

his gaze met hers briefly, a flicker of challenge in his eyes. you spook 'em from one side, and i’ll cut 'em off from the other. simple enough.

he shifted his weight, his movements deliberate and quiet, a predator poised to strike. unless you got a better plan, he added, though the slight smirk tugging at his lips suggested he didn’t expect her to disagree.