Stupid, stupid, stupid.

He had left his home, his mare, and all for what? To help a terrified mare he had found in the Harbour, looking as though she'd seen a ghost? Well he had taken her right back as he realized what he was doing, and dropped her right off again. He dashed away from the blind girl then, sure Midas would take care of her. As he galloped into the Paradise, he flared his nostrils and headed towards the scent that was the strongest. He didn't care if it was mare or stallion, or if he knew it. Voices floated to him, and the coffee colored stallion almost slid as he stopped. The clearing in front of him held Tallynne and their son, speaking to a strange stallion. No, I haven't been gone that long! He stared until Tallynne offered to show the stranger firmer dirt. "No." His voice was low, barely a whisper compared to the wind twirling through.

"No." This time his voice rang out, his ears flipping backwards and his neck arching. With a handful of swift steps he managed to block Tallynne from the stallion, a hard task since they were not that far away from each other. "I think you'll be leaving now." He snapped at the air, standing firm. This stallion was in his territory, and he was going to get out. The mutt did not care if this was a friend of Tallynne's or if he was simply someone who had come to explore. He was still in the Paradise, O Melhor's Paradise. With a toss of his head O Melhor glared at the stallion, challenging him.