fenris

Fenris stiffened when the short stallion chided him like he was an unruly child, but forced his expression into an apologetic mask, and hung his head as if in shame of his outburst. Bile burned in his throat - showing submission to another went against his very nature - but the thirst for information overpowered both instinct and pride. Let the little man have his small victory, as long as it helps me find her, he silently repeated to himself until the tension had passed and the grullo stallion spoke again.

He began by claiming to have no woman by that name, and there was nothing for Fenris to do but trust in the honor and integrity of this small creature. I would have lied if asked the same question, but it is different out here, Fenris reassured himself in his thoughts. Those who called the Lagoon home lived an unforgiving lifestyle, where any weakness - especially integrity - would be exploited by both their enemies and their allies. The herd stallions, they are softer than us - fettered by their trappings of honor and the love they hold for their families. He would not lie to me knowing that it could bring them all to harm.

"I would go see this Bay for myself," Fenris said to break his silence. There could be no harm in letting the pony king know his intentions; with his shorter legs, he was incapable of outrunning the dark bay colt to forewarn his neighbor. "I thank you for your assistance," the boy said, infusing just enough gratitude in his gruff voice to make the grudging words sound genuine. "And if you would do me one final favor, perhaps you could point me to the most direct route there. I doubt you have any desire for me to linger here any longer than necessary, so I will take my leave immediately."

colt / yearling / dark bay / friesian mix / 16 hh