Common

Damn brother, it's cold outside. The voice complains. Jaxon rolls his dark eyes, ignoring the whine in its voice. Jaxon had settled into the thick of the pine forest, hiding away from the snow storm that had recently set in. The storm had bore down on the Islands quickly, bringing with it frigid gusts of wind and an unrelenting snow.

Jaxon idly flicks his dark tail over his sooty sides, his ears rotate on his thick skull, listening for the approach of another. He was only alone for a few hours, when a twig snaps to his left, he jerks his head in the direction. His eyes fall upon the weary form of a mare, her coat thick and unkempt, her hips and ribs beginning to appear from beneath her coat. She looks terrible. The voice points out the obvious.

He watches as she drops to her knees and than lays herself within a thicket near to where he stood idly. He does not step closer, he allows her to rest, knowing that soon she would be leaving with him to his home. A dark smirk touches his lips at the thought, she had no choice but to come with him. As the minutes tick by, he grows impatient, until finally he steps toward her.

"Yo' look los'." He drawls as he nears her resting frame. "Goo' thing I am her'." He smiles, revealing his blunt yellowed teeth.