He's feeding right into our plans. The voice chuckles, it notices Gent hanging on every word from Jaxon's speech about earning respect and gaining honor. Yet, Jaxon feels differently, something deep within him yearns for the Boss to respect him. He could not explain the feeling of wanting brothers, to feel included, like he actually belonged somewhere. He searches the stallions face, trying to gage his reaction and is pleased when Gent opens his mouth and speaks.

"Than' yo' Gent. I thin' it is tim' that we com' together as.." He swallows hard, pausing for a brief moment. It had been some time since he had an actual brother."Brothers." He finishes. A smile turns his dark lips upwards, yes he knew that he belongs in the Lagoon, here with his brothers.

Jaxon takes notices of Gent's shifting of his weight, and knows that the Boss needs to say more. Heavy ears rotate forward from their relaxed position as he speaks. Can I confide in you? The words were heavy with concern. Jaxon nods but does not speak. He listens carefully to the words and mulls over them thoughtfully. He has had the same inkling of a feeling, but had kept his mouth shut. That were some amongst them that needed that flexing of muscle or cruel practices to prove that they were a man. It was after all a curious way of displaying your manliness.

What do you think Jaxon?

He allows the silence to stretch out between them as he mulls of his words. "In my opinio' and experienc', you are correct. Strengt' comes from discipline and knowing wha' your capable of." He pauses thoughtfully after answering Gent's question and then continues. "In regard' of your concern, I believ' tha' a mutual respect needs to be met betwee' the Herds and the Lagoon. If this situatio' is not handled in a diplomatic way, we could stir up somethin' that can not be diffused."

Idly Jaxon flicks his tail over his sooty sides as he waits for Gent's reaction to his words.