Meadowlark Prairie toothaches from kissin' me

roan didn’t move from his position, his broad form outlined against the dim light filtering through the rocks. his head dipped slightly, his ears twitching at synder’s words, but no response came immediately.

then, a low grunt. nothing more.

his piercing gaze swept the area, his body still as stone save for the faint rise and fall of his chest. sleep wasn’t for him tonight, not while she rested. this was his role, his duty.

he wouldn’t sleep. not until the sun rose again.