Felony had become busy in the time of lull. The wolf had stalked the shadows, waiting and watching for something to happen that would change everything. But nothing had happened. So, the stallion began to plot and for a plan to work then he would need to gather information. The stallion had been making more trips to the social areas of the Crossing but even there it had become dull.


Such things were beginning to aggravate the wolf.


The brute had just returned from an outing when he heard the call of his companion. A snort escaped him, his tail lashing angrily that he had been called like some sort of dog. Perhaps that was not Zali's intentions, but Felony's mood was foul and he felt no forgiveness. So the stallion did come, but not in the way that the roan mare would like. The wolf appeared from the shadows like a wrath, his ears pinned and his golden eyes holding a malevolence that was usually tempered. But nothing was hidden this day; the darkness that dwelled in the stallion was raw and unleashed.


Moving at a uneven trot, the stallion was swift when he approached her. He snaked out his head as he drew near before reaching out to bite at her hip. It wasn't the attack he would have unleashed upon another stallion but it was still enough to possibly bruise the mare and remove the hair. But Felony didn't stop there, he roughly pushed his shoulder at her own to force her to move the way he wanted.