The grullo warily eyes the inky colored stallion, something sinister boiled within this yearling. He wanted to stallion out of the Inlet, for this moment he would cooperate so that he could send the colt onto the Bay. "You are welcome." Were the only words he could manage, his suspcions were rising with each minute that he stood her. Nodding he swivels his dark head to the north, in the direction of the Bay. His ochre eyes follow the well worn path through the forest of dark pines.
"This path will take you directly to the border of the Bay. I will follow you to insure that you make it." To insure that he made it out of the Inlet, and did not make a circle around and try to steal one of his mares. He did not trust this mangled yearling, there was something sinister crawling within this colt. "Start down this path, I will follow behind you." He waits patiently for the yearling to make his way along the trail.
The grullo sighs heavily, he knew that the herd would be safe for the time being. He had buried them high in one of the clearings, safe away from the lower tundra of the Inlet, where most intruders would make their first appearance. As they branch away from their initial meeting spot, his ears flick searching for any noises that didn't belong. His dark nostrils decipher the scents around him, insuring that there were none that didn't belong there. The Pony King was on high alert, knowing that this meeting could still easily turn on him.
ooc: sorry that was crap :(