After the mare’s disappearance, and Finley had returned to the Crossing, the young stallion’s life had returned to normal. The same hum drum of repetition. Wake up to the early morning sun, graze his way across the meadow to then get a drink at the Falls, and then drift his way back across the Crossing until it was time to sleep as the darkness of night cast it’s shadow over them all again. There was no one that bothered to disturb him. Perhaps the constant scowl on his face helped to keep them driven off. Regardless, it did not bother Finley to be alone. It ensured he wouldn’t have to make meaningless talk, or hurt pathetic feelings with his lack of them. He could go about his day, undisturbed and content.
Like a grumpy old man.
Raising his head from the dead grasses, the yellowed stems poking out of his lips as he chewed absentmindedly. He only paused from his food when he noticed thicker, heavier clouds rolling in bringing with them a new chill. Lifting his head higher, Finley flared his nostrils to drag in the scents of the storm. The pitch of temperature that greeted him, buffeting against his face with a frigid bite that reminded him too much of Tinuvel, made Finley’s heart lurch. After his dangerous experience on Luthien in a blizzard, the stallion had no desire to endure another one.
With a snap of his tail and a toss of his head in agitation, Finley left behind the somewhat decent winter grazing to make his way towards the thicker stand of trees. The winds grew, biting at his back as snow began to fall just as he reached the safety of the small grove. The naked branches didn’t do much to keep the white flakes from falling on him, but pressing his rump against one of the trunks did help to block the wind. With a grit of his teeth and his ears pinning to block away the wind, Finley settled in the best he could to endure the storm.
stallion | mutt | 15.2hhs | Smokey Black | Angel x Xiomara
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