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In any other instance, Bacardi would have been happy to see a Peak mare. Would have gladly welcomed her into their presence for further protection for his sister. The scent every Vulcan carried was brought with warm memories, and as close to his heart as his own mother’s scent had been. But this time was different. This time, the Vulcan’s anger was directed at him, but he did not budge. His ears remained pinned, and he stood like stone before his prone sibling. Lupine eyes alight with anger, and the adrenaline that would turn his skin flush before a fight. Bacardi would always be as steadfast as the shore.


Although the grullo mare took her leave quickly, Bacardi didn’t relent his stance. Not even when Wasp spoke out who she was, and her intentions. Home. Was she really here to return to the Peak? Then why did she not great the old warrior woman with a sense of relief in her voice?


"Not every claim is made as property.” Bacardi said, anger laced in his tone. "She is mine in so many ways that clearly you do not know of.” Though he did not relax his tensed muscles, Bacardi did allow his ears to tip forward some, though they were still tight upon his head. "I am a son of the Peak, son of Macabre, and I will not be shamed or threatened away from guarding my blood.”

five years. mutt. bay tobiano. fourteen three hands. of the bay.

"...speech"