The meadows were silent in the cold morning. Romanov's breath trailing out in wisps before disappearing.
Disappearing was a theme that seemed common lately.
His brows pinched together. Who was he to talk? He had slunk away from the willows to spend the morning in the meadows. He should have been checking on his father or perhaps shadowing @Ravenna while she did her morning duties. But there was something so dreary that morning when he had woken. Perhaps it was the limp hang of the willow branches that reminded him too much of how he held himself. Or maybe it was the coolness against his back reminding him of the wolves who should be tucked against it.
He let out a heavy sigh, slumping down onto his rear as Amber eyes stared out into the morning sun kissed meadows.