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stallion | yearling | arabian mutt | red roan | 14.3 hh | the lagoon | rade x fatalé

Léon’s ear twitched. The stranger had asked about his dad. Well, what was up with that? His dad was the boss of the Lagoon, maybe that meant he had to go do stuff. He sighed and was about to answer. Rade appeared. Léon backstopped as his sire planted himself between the stranger and the roan boy. He snorted.

“Speak of the devil,” Léon muttered. His ears twitched then when Rade spoke with such venom. He snorted and stepped around the palomino. He trotted forward and lightly tapped his father on the front. “Dad?” He asked, looking up at the larger stallion. He snorted. He looked back at the other stallion.

“I’m Léon,” He said, he shifted his feet a bit. “This is my father, Rade. Can we talk this out? You know, no reason to fight right here.” He was trying to be a little diplomatic. “Give him some space, Dad.” He planted himself in a position so that the three stallions made a triangle. However, Léon was a bit closer to Rade.

“What brings you out this way, Mr…?” He looked at the green-eyed stranger.