Braylen watched his father go just as another crack of lightening lit the sky above them. Flinching, the young stallion turned his gaze back to the new mare. She was young; he could see that now that his father had pointed that out. But right now was not the time to be taking in those sorts of details. They needed to find shelter and quick before the storm fully hit the Forest.
“Follow me, quickly.” He said, giving a light toss of his head before turning away and moving at a quick trot that was in the general direction his father had went. He knew exactly which cave that his father was meaning, he had played there several times as a foal. The memories of his mother’s soft laughter echoing in the darkness at some trick he had played fell to the forefront of his mind but he quickly pushed it away; right now wasn’t the time to be reminiscing. He could feel a few fat raindrops make their way through the canopy and fall onto his back, making him all the more urgent and the need to run filling his mind.
Tilting his head to the side, Braylen rolled a blue eye back to see if the mare had followed him or not.
ooc: Since Azazel never replied I thought this would be a good point to break off for just Isobel and Braylen. Hope thats okay?
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