Things were moving quickly in the Lagoon now that election season was racing toward them. Without a strong figurehead to lead the men, some were falling out of line and he had watched Işıksız and others limp home with fresh wounds more than once. Reh could practically see the shifting storm of general opinion about the Lagoon darkening before his eyes... and yet there was nothing he could really do. They could exile him, but there was nothing stopping him from rejoining, and Reh knew of no herd that would be willing or able to contain a threat like the sooty outlander.

Movement caught the tobiano's eye and he watched quietly as an unfamiliar red and white stallion marched through the Lagoon with fire in his eyes. Without the context of why he was here, nor why he was upset, Rehoboam bristled at the possible threat and moved immediately to intercept them. Bellona's occupation here might be against every one of his wishes... but it had made him far more invested in meeting new arrivals and protecting the swamp that he called home.

"Bad day?" Rehoboam asked calmly as he moved to walk parallel to the furious stallion. He didn't know if he would be met with violence or conversation, and so kept his gaze trained on the painted man's face for a reaction. For all the Rehoboam knew, this was a band stallion come to seek retribution for a Lagoonie that had gotten too familiar with one of his mares. There was no sense antagonizing him before he had at least a basic grasp of why he was here.

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