His keen hearing is his survival. The older stallion picks the sound of the other's approach out of the quiet between the grinding of his jaw, and beyond the white noise of the falls. One ear fixes on the other, but he continues to graze. Hemp does not expect to attract any attention, but when a bright "Heyla!" greets him, Indian Hemp is halted by his surprise.
The leopards lifts his head and his clouded eyes fall upon the stranger. He can see a pale shape through the haze. It's been many years since he could discern the details of another's face. "Hello, Kendry.", he replies softly. "Please do." Indian Hemp shifts his weight. His pose invites the other to graze alongside him. There is plenty of grass here for the both of them.
"The sole resident of the Lagoon, eh? What happened to the other bachelors?", Indian Hemp inquires. When he lived here many years ago, he Lagoon was an active place, and held significant influence upon the islands. The bachelor band invoked both fear and respect from others on the islands.
Indian Hemp has mixed feelings about the prospect of a dissolving bachelor band. It would be nice for territory stallions not to have the constant threat of bachelors, but what does that mean for the islands? Is the population dropping, and if so, why? Has there been widespread illness, or natural disaster? Are those he once knew and loved still here, or have they suffered an ill-fated end?
The leopards lifts his head and his clouded eyes fall upon the stranger. He can see a pale shape through the haze. It's been many years since he could discern the details of another's face. "Hello, Kendry.", he replies softly. "Please do." Indian Hemp shifts his weight. His pose invites the other to graze alongside him. There is plenty of grass here for the both of them.
"The sole resident of the Lagoon, eh? What happened to the other bachelors?", Indian Hemp inquires. When he lived here many years ago, he Lagoon was an active place, and held significant influence upon the islands. The bachelor band invoked both fear and respect from others on the islands.
Indian Hemp has mixed feelings about the prospect of a dissolving bachelor band. It would be nice for territory stallions not to have the constant threat of bachelors, but what does that mean for the islands? Is the population dropping, and if so, why? Has there been widespread illness, or natural disaster? Are those he once knew and loved still here, or have they suffered an ill-fated end?