Kestral's hears turn, uncertain, but his eyes are still as lake water on a windless day. He has dreamed of his path forward, but visions of the what lie ahead come in snippets that make little sense at this point. His nostrils fill with the smell of blood. One way or another Kestral will have to fight, either for himself, or for the mares of the Peak, he's not yet certain, but many pages of his epic tale remain unread.
A blackness shrouds Kestral's heart. Death is on the horizon. Perhaps not the end of his life, or these mare's lives, but the end of an era is near. The end of a way of life is near. Kestral should be afraid, but still fear continues to elude him. He will embrace whatever darkness comes, for in death begins new life, and in darkness comes the dawn.
"As you wish, Kyuubi."
OOC: I think this is a good place to end this thread.