Soljor was surprised Cut up Angel stayed around. He had expected her to have disappeared long before now. She was a mystery. She spoke first, breaking the silence between them. Afraid she might bite? Maybe that was it. No, it wasn’t. He still didn’t know how to act around her. Shamed? Glad for her company? He approached all the same, closing the distance.

“It has been a while,” He said. He sighed. “Yes, I have been. Patrolling, keeping wolves at bay… trying to keep the caribou they feed on out. I’m worried that there’s another predator about. I’ve seen… strange tracks lately.” He was worried that driving the wolves out had invited something larger down from higher up the mountain. But that remained to be seen.

His own dark eyes met her black ones. They were a little unnerving, but he swallowed his thoughts.

“Harlequin is growing very well,” He said, a lightness to his voice. Harlequin was something they had in common. Regardless of her dark origins. “I saw her the other day watching the otters dart about. She seems to be quite fascinated by the ocean.” She was quite sweet - hopefully Stardust wouldn’t corrupt her sisters into little minions of terror. At least, not any time soon.

He glanced back at Cut up Angel. She had been his first - his true first. But he knew her least out of the mares in the herd.

“So…” He mused. “Where did you come from? Before here that is.” It was his first real attempt at conversation with her. They needed to know a little bit more about each other.