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Was that surprise in her eyes for a brief moment, when he didn’t come barreling down on her with the intent to drive her into the sea? Or that he didn’t purr out some silken lie to get her into his bed? It further confirmed his suspicions before she was able to, but he was glad she didn’t try to hide it. Her further answer brought his crown up just a fraction higher, surprise glittering in his wolfish eyes just as quickly as it had her own; but he was also grateful for her quick, blunt honesty. There would be no games here; not with this grey mare.


That suited him just fine.


“My home is too quiet. I want more life there.” Bacardi stated with the same matter-of-fact tone that she did. If she was being honest, then he would too. Not that he ever made a habit of anything else. “It would benefit us both, if you came to live in the Forest, on Luthien, with my small herd and I. If it’s not to your liking, you’ll be free to find a different home.” he said before giving a small dip of his head. “Also, my name is Bacardi.” A bit backwards, he realized a little too late. But better late than never.

mutt. bay tobiano. fourteen three hands. of the forest.

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