The Pony King halts far enough away from the inky male he did not trust the boy that had came to his Inlet. There was something about his gruff exterior that irked the grullo. As the boy speaks, unwise first words, Dögun could feel his patience wearing thin. "Than you have come to the wrong place." He growls, then the boy continues not to take. The grullo inwardly relaxes but he keeps his tough exterior intact. He did not want this colt to think that he had rattled him in any shape nor form.
The colt moves, revealing the mangled half of his face. Where his eye should of been, it was void of an eyeball within that socket. Yes, Dögun, was shocked at what he sees before him, but he holds back from showing any sort of emotion. The claw marks were jagged, ugly. Wolves. Fenris continues with his explanation of why he was here he mentions the mare's name, Morrigan. The grullo quietly mulls over the name he offered, but sadly it did not ring a bell with him. He had no mares in the Inlet that went by that name.
Mother? This time the facade quivers just a bit, revealing the shock. She had let this colt to die. But then he goes on to make demands. His ears flick atop his head, wavering just above his dark tresses, showing his displeasure of his demand. "Remember, you have come here to seek out information. It would more than wise to watch your tone. He pauses, his tone softening. "I have no mare by that name, Fenris, but the Inlet is not the only territory on Tinuvel. If you think that she would of returned, maybe she ended in the Bay. It is not far from here."
Should he guide the colt to the Bay? Or was this whole thing a trick to draw him away from his herd? But he waits for the colt's reply.