Kintla Flatlands sunkissed

roan grumbled, his voice low and rough. i don't fuckin' miss shit... barely audible as he settled into position. his posture remained loose yet poised, muscles taut beneath his dark coat.

when maeve’s signal came, his ears twitched, but his focus didn’t waver. as she startled the deer, sending them careening toward him, roan moved with practiced precision. the underbrush barely rustled as he surged forward, his path cutting sharply toward the lead deer, ready to bring it down.