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roan raised a brow.

his weight shifted, broad paws settling firm against the earth, but his tongue remained still. the feline man’s voice slithered through the air, all smooth edges and amusement, but roan didn’t rise to the bait. he had no interest in playing games, no patience for the lilting purr of a stranger who moved like a shadow.

his silence stretched.

then, after a long moment, he exhaled through his nose, dismissive, gaze raking over the man with the scrutiny of a butcher sizing up meat. he didn’t ask questions. nothin'.

he just watched. waiting.