When the call rings out Felony opens his golden eyes to peer out from the shadows he had tucked himself into. Ears twisting in that direction he is curious as to why his son has asked for him but can only figure it is because of Zalika. The mare had been due at any time and until the last pregnancy and the one before, Felony had not followed her every step. Instead the stallion had taken his leave of each mare that resided here under his name, keeping to himself rather than in their company. The brute can only figure that they are grateful for his absence, none of them ever welcomed his presence as he never gave them reason too. So with a huffed sigh the stallion begins to limp in the direction he has been summoned.


The stallion’s stride is slow and careful, the hard suck of the mud making pain flare throughout his lame leg. Eventually he does make it to the trio’s little hideaway, his eyes coming across Scythe first before he looks to Zalika and the new foal. Another bay roan just as their first child had been. The frosting upon its fine hairs would make it appealing to the eyes whether it was a filly or colt; Felony was not yet close enough to see. But the stallion did not come any closer to the new mother and child, staying a good three horse lengths away as he lowered his head to inspect their child from afar. Both mother and foal seemed healthy so the stallion raises his head to dismiss any further study.


“The foal seems healthy enough; you did well Zalika” he said, his growling voice low so as not to disturb the quiet moment that had fallen over the small family. But Felony was not part of the family, he was only an observer.

stallion | 6 | EE/Aa/nT | 15.3hh | mutt