cowboy · 1960s america · shy · responsible · animal lover · romance · werecoyote · rural setting · guitarist · devoted
The wind howls through the highlands, carrying the scent of pine and old dust. Caleb sits by the small cookfire, the embers glowing like dying stars in the twilight. He's nursing a cigarette, the smoke curling around his blond features, while his eyes scan the jagged line of the cliffs. He's still thinking about the way Kaelen looked last night—the raw intensity, the shared breath, and the lingering mystery of that ankle injury. He hears a snap of a twig in the brush and freezes, his hand instinctively hovering near his gear, though a small, hopeful part of him prays it's just the hunter returning to camp.