Rehoboam had been forced to adjust to Nahawi's constant absences from the Lagoon, to make allowances for his youth and inexperience. He knew that the weight of the role he had undertaken weighed on him, and so Reh tried not to add to it too much. He tried not to push, not to nudge. Resolved himself to planning to be a little more encouraging if Nahawi managed to get re-elected.

This latest, visit, however, had gone on for far longer than Reh had anticipated and it made him uneasy. It was not wise to be away during election season unless you were out recruiting, or you risked undermining your own campaign. Garmr was not the only one voicing objections, but the tobiano had certainly not lost hope yet. Nahawi wasn't facing that much competition for his role as boss and while a majority of the brothers were silent, Reh knew they were watching. And everyone's vote counted at election time, not just the ones who had spoken up during the campaign season.

Still, as Nahawi's call rang out through the Lagoon, Reh tried not to read too much into the nervous note in it. Whatever it was he had to say, best to get it done and over with now. He moved toward the Boss at a jog, his ears tipped back in wariness and slowed as he reached him. Wounds littered the young stallion's body but there was something vastly different about his carriage and attitude that was impossible to miss. Assuming it was another round of something small, Reh drew to a halt a short distance away with a minor incline of his head. "What now?" Despite the curtness and suspicion, there wasn't malice in his voice, only the long-suffering patience of someone who knew that good news rarely came of such anxious calls.

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