Hoshor Plains silver tooth

roan remained silent, his gaze fixed ahead, ears flicking absently as synder took the lead in conversation. he was grateful for it—grateful that she was the one with the words, the pleasantries, the patience.

he had none of those things.

his focus lingered on the path ahead, on the way the land stretched and twisted, familiar yet unknown. still, he listened. he always listened.

when his name was spoken, he gave the briefest of glances toward their new companion, a flicker of acknowledgment before returning to his quiet watch.