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After his talk with the enigmatic dark stallion, Fearghas had wound westward across the island, back toward the Crossing. It wasn't that he really wanted to bring anyone else home. Not after the threats that had been made by Cullen and the other Lagoonies. The last thing that he wanted was to subject anyone else to the torment that he had been through or to cast the shade of his poor reputation on any other bachelor that might end up in their unfortunate clutches.

But as he stood there, his gaze roving across the three separate bachelors, he couldn't help but wonder where their futures would lead. Was he, in fact, condemning the islands to more villanry if he did not attempt to intervene. If a single bachelor made it to the Commons today, they could grow their ranks by three or more to Fearghas's one. And if the bachelors did come to claim them, would these three equally fall into the dastardly schemes that Cullen brewed? Would they also be the ones to come to the Savanna next to try and take V from him?

The two older stallions were approached quickly. One by a gentle-looking tobiano mare that Fearghas vaguely recognized, and the other by someone he did not know, leaving the youngest looking of the three alone. Indecision twisted his lips into a frown before the temptation became too great and he broke from his watching post near the edge of the territory.

In truth, a part of him hoped that some gentle herd stallion looking for a second would pop up out of the woodwork and reach him first, but no such thing happened. Instead, Fearghas drew to a halt before the young pony mix and dipped his head in greeting. "'Ello there. I'm Fearghas, o' the Savanna"

Releasing a troubled sigh, he gestured toward the land around them with his mottled muzzle before turning his attention back to the boy. "D'ye ken where ye are, lad?"

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