The Lost Islands
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Aralusian | Grullo | 15 hh | Five | Fuchs


If he had brows to furrow, they would be pinched together with all the strength in his face. However, he did not and so when Pierce trotted off with an attitude, he snorted angrily. Poor Larka. He grabbed a bit of her mane with his teeth, tugging very gently. "You didn't do anything," he assured, grooming very shortly, to calm her. "I will go straighten this out, do not worry and do not blame yourself. She has not been the most friendly." He nipped at her, playful, intended to pick up her spirits.

Leaving her behind, Nikola flicked his ears back. Not pinned, but turned back to show his annoyance. Approaching her with a fast trot of his own, he snorted, coming around to meet her at her left flank. "Pierce, I need to speak to you about the way you treated Larka back there. I want this to be a family and there will be no third wheels. Our relationship and how much we get to know each other depends on you. I am more than happy to get to know you in great detail, but it takes two." He finished his first bout, turning the lecturing tone down to one more appropriate of his feelings. Upbeat but with a trace of disappointment. "Obviously I am aware you don't know much of me but I hope that if you would like to continue living here that we will become close. If not, I can keep my distance but I want you to feel comfortable and I would like for you to get to know Larka." He did not want a scattered herd that only came together when he called them. He wanted everyone to look out for each other when he was called away.


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