Flycatcher Downs the veldt

he grinned, warmth radiating from his golden eyes. lead the way, chieftain.
his voice carried easy humor, but beneath it, there was truth. she was the one who had wandered here first, the one who knew this land better than he. he would follow, as he had followed the ocean’s pull, as he had followed eywa’s whispers.
tey’gan fell into step beside her, his long stride effortlessly matching hers. the veldt stretched before them, golden and endless, the wind weaving through the tall grasses like unseen hands guiding their path.
his gaze flicked to her as she spoke of the sea, of the ones he sought. hope stirred in his chest, coiling tight. perhaps.
but for now, the river. a bath. food. the journey ahead.
with a final glance toward the horizon, tey’gan pressed forward, walking alongside her as the sun began its slow descent behind them.