It was clear the stallion had a good head on his shoulders, but Cullen figured he would at his age. The grey stallion wasn't a young hot-blooded female chaser, but one that made the decision best for himself. It was not a manly decision to willingly live under a mare's rule. I guess if you had special feelings for the said mare, but Cullen would never be in that situation. Cullen extends his muzzle to the grey in response to his actions, exchanging scents with the stallion. It was clear he would be gaining another brother today. Cullen couldn't hold back his laugh as the stallion eyes the mare with a sour comment. He could tell he would like this stallion already.
"You're my kind of guy." He responds with a laugh.
It was then the conversation took an interesting turn. He comments on his offer but agrees in his own way. Cullen in unsure what the stallion thinks of joining the Lagoon, but something told him this old man was no stranger to the lands or the way of the brotherhood. He was an old member maybe he would have some information about his father or others that were no longer around the islands. The dark chestnut mare does not seem pleased by their interaction. She spits at him, asking him to fuck off, to which Cullen responds with a snarl. His top lip curls upwards to show a row of yellowed teeth. If she wanted a fight he would give it to her. The mare didn't look to be a stranger to fighting, but Cullen was defiantly older and most likely wiser.
Brains were exactly how he won most of his battles. His eyes stick to the chestnut like glue and they do not leave even when the smokey woman approaches. His ears move every direction as he listens to the conversation between the new arrival and the older stallion. Seems they know each other, but not in a good sense. It was a good thing he didn't take his eyes off the chestnut because his jokes seem to offend her. She lunges at him with rage, but Cullen keeps himself composed. He dodges her first advance, but her teeth quickly give his shoulder a pinch. She roars at him again, but he only laughs at her fury.
"This stallion has a choice and if I heard him right he has already made a decision. So, it is time for you to beat it, mare, and allow him the right to his own choices. You have no rights to this stallion any longer." Blue eyes narrow on the form of the taller vixen.
"Trust me damsel, the Lagoon is not an enemy you want." He warns with a sharp tongue.
Cullen - Mutt - 15 - Palomino Min. Overo - 15.2hh - Lagoon Boss 