The raid didn’t go as planned, but they never do. Cullen knew someone would show up as soon as they got a whiff of him on their mountain, but he never expected the raid to go so far. Hateful words were exchanged and Varanduil was put in a whole new kind of position. He tried to attack Wasp and take the mare and her children by force, but he failed. Bozena then tried to take Varanduil from him, but there was no way he was letting that happen. He left with his companion empty hoofed, but at least he still had his adoring new member.

He leads Varanduil to his new home for the first time sporting the new scrapes and marks from his battles with the Peak members. He walks proudly with an exposed chest marked in various scars from the war. His young counter part was perfect in complexion compared to his leader. His skin was perfect, soft and perfect. There were no scars or reasons to believe he was anything fierce to deal with. Problem was the man at his side. Cullen would be damned if anyone took advantage of his newfound companion. The silhouette of another figure appeared up ahead as Cullen was showing Varanduil around his new home. The stallion’s scent had a familiar feel to it, but Cullen did not know who the male was.

He stops for a second to glance at his slightly shorter companion. ”You are special,” he whispers as his eyes return to the figure ahead. His legs begin to slowly bring him closer to the white stallion that blends into the surrounding snow. Cullen nickers to alert the stranger of their approach as he stops steps away from the unknown stallion. He realizes he has seen this stark white male before in the distance, but they had never spoken before. ”I guess it is time we get acquainted. I am Cullen and you are?” Blue eyes watch the much taller stallion with curiosity.



Cullen - Mutt - 17 - Palomino Min. Overo - 15.2hh - Lagoon Boss