Hooves dig into the frozen tundra beneath his grullo body, each stride stretched out covering the ground with ease. He lifts his dark muzzle higher into the frigid air, breathing in deeply, aww winter in the Inlet. Each stride brought him around the borders, searching for any intruders or creatures that Soljor had briefly shared information about. These creatures were large, especially large enough to take down a full grown horse, a bit of worry eats at him. If what Soljor had seen was real, they all could be in danger. Perhaps it was an age old creature that had hid itself within the dark mountains, waiting for the moment to come out of hiding.
Dögun had always believed the stories the elders had spoke, it was a part of his heritage. What else was one to do in the darkest of winter nights? They told stories of creatures that could devour you whole, leaving no trace that you had ever even been there. Or the spirits that could convince you to follow them into the depths of the ocean. Each story were terrifying, and now this creature was becoming a reality, at-least in the Bay. He pauses for a moment at the edge of the Inlet that overlooked a part of the Bay, he stares out over the wide expanse of land. Searching for some kind of sign that there was life, a movement catches his attention... A large dark creature.
Ochre eyes squint, trying to make out the creature that lingered within the woods. Its movements were smooth, swift; combined with its height and long limbs. It was most definitely not a horse. The creature disappears within the dark recesses of the pine forest, he waits a few minutes longer, searching. Pivoting on his hind hoof, he leaps away from the border, his hooves thrown into a gallop.
Slowing to a trot, he tries to gather his wits before he bumped into a member of his herd. A scent reaches his nostrils, K1A1, but her scent was mixed with the metallic scent of blood. He quickly searches for her, finding a bit of relief that she was standing on her feet, but there was something wrong with her. He approaches, his hooves slow to a walk. His eyes scanning every inch of her body, the blood was caked to her roan coat, his concern washing over him.
Reaching her side, his muzzle finds her shoulder, he bumps it lightly. "What happened to you? Are you okay?" He looks up at her, she was the strongest of the herd...What could inflict such pain on her? The marks looked like teeth, teeth of none other than a horse.
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