Azazel and the filly were not as alone as was thought despite the herd still being within sight. Braylen had been keeping an eye on the adventurous filly, a smile on his face at the handful she was becoming for Azazel. Several times he had wanted to approach the couple but every time he held back, not quite sure if he would be welcome while the filly was still so young. Today was different though and he did not feel like he should hang back. Moving closer still from where he had been guarding one side of the herd, farther away and in the thick spring vegetation, he approached the mother and child with a nicker.
“Hello Azazel.” He greeted in a friendly manner, dipping his head to the new mother before his eyes drifted over to the filly. Braylen was curious to his sibling that seemed so little; those eyes so soft and innocent. “Your daughter seems quite the handful. What is her name?” he asked, turning his blue gaze back to the dark colored mare. Still the painted stallion had not completely separated the distance between them. Several lengths still yawned between where he stood and the duo, not wanting to get too close until he was invited.
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