Chimera Fields i was listening to the ocean

his steps are loud in the brittle cold as he moves, muscles shifting beneath his thick pelt. the frost clings to his coat in dull patches, and he exhales a warm cloud into the freezing night. a distant shape halts his pace—a shadow painted silver by moonlight.

a stranger.

his yellow eyes narrow slightly, appraising. she is still, caught in a spell of stargazing. for a moment, luhtar considers passing by, letting her solitude remain. but it is not his way.

hail, he rumbles, voice rough but neutral, carrying through the night. snow crackles softly beneath his heavy paws as he approaches but leaves a respectful distance between them. he glances at the stars she watches, familiar in their slow climb.