Honestly, he should have left the Peak a long time ago. The option was given to him, but something binds him here. He was chained to these mountains alongside his captive brothers, but now that they have all been freed, he feels those chains loose around his fetlocks. But they did not disappear. Those chains now stood for a new reason entirely. It was the very snow-white girl that hums happily at his side that keeps him here. They have spent their days pleading the nursing mothers of the Peak, and those who came to the crossing isle, for a chance for his daughter to feed. Wytche has survived only on the random feedings from mare to mare. No one to truly call mommy, but the stone-cold female that was slowly becoming one with the earth.

He would have thought his young daughter would be more bothered, but she seems perfectly content with her lifestyle. He thinks maybe it was because she doesn’t know of anything else. It saddens Verrat to watch her grow each day without the light of Ivanna to lift his spirit. While he wanders the islands in shambles his daughter beams like the sun lighting the way to the next meal. The same could be said of today as she skips along their home with eyes glued to the mare and young filly in the distance. Verrat limps at his slow pace behind her, only speeding himself up once she grew closer. Wytche wasted no time gunning right for the mare’s belly, but Verrat stops her with a nip to her rump.

The girl huffs with ears laid back, but she does stop. Verrat clears his throat as he approaches the mare and her child cautiously, sending his own child to stand beside him. “Hey um, I know this sounds weird especially since we don’t know you, but do you mind if my daughter had a drink of milk?” You would think it got easier asking a stranger to nurse his child each time he did it, but Verrat only felt more like a fool.


Verrat - Mutt - 5 - Dominate White - 15.2hh - Cullen x Lilithiya