Slowly the young stallion walked out onto the sandy beach, the sound of waves crashing into his ears. Twisting them forward he pauses to raise his head and look out across the sea. It is restless and unstable, the white froth abundant as the water folds over onto itself. Braylen had yet to see it this way before and knew that in times like there it would be nearly impossible for another to cross and so he doesn’t even consider attempting it.
With a blow of air through his flared nostrils that wasn’t quite a snort he turns and begins to follow the sandy beach along the shoreline. Braylen’s thoughts drift elsewhere and he pays little attention to his surroundings so he does not catch her scent until it fully smacks him in the face. Coming to a stop he turns his gaze down to see the fresh tracks that had escaped the crashing waters and had made their way up into the trees. It caused curiousness to the stallion but the distant growl of thunder drags his gaze from the trees and back out to see. The clouds had grown much closer now and wind that buffets his face feels wet with rain. With an actual snort this time the young stallion turns inland and follows the tracks among the trees.
Soon voices drift ahead of the stallion despite the wind that has begun to howl among the treetops making the guardians sway with the force. Picking his pace up into a jog to quickly disperse of the distance between them, Braylen only pulls to a stop once he had found his father, Azazel and the stranger. His gaze drifts over the newcomer in his usual curious manner but he doesn’t stop to question why she is here. Instead he lets his eyes lay upon his father now. “The storm has nearly reached Luthien. We need to find shelter.” He said with urgency, his tail snapping from one flank to the other before an idea fell upon him. “I can take care of the stranger. There is no time to ask questions of her now. You and Azazel need to find the herd.”
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