The grullo warily eyes the palomino mare, he knew that she wanted nothing to do with him. He partially understood, her sister had abandoned her; left her with some strange stallion. He heaves a sigh, he hadn't hurt her, really, he honestly didn't plan on it either. She was a flighty nervous, mess. He chews contently, the grasses here were really not that bad. He focuses his attention on the dark pine forest, hidden in the high meadow of the Inlet; the herd waited. A flurry of motion causes him to whip his head around. Dang her!
He launches himself towards the mare as she desperately flails into the surf. He instantly pins his ears onto his muscled nape, a guttural roar rips between his lips. He had used to much energy for her to just try to flee. He plunges into the waves after her, maneuvering his body. He had swam these waves so many times before, he times each wave and strikes out with his hooves. She had slowed, struggling to find her stroke. His hooves leave the solidarity of the sand beneath the ocean waves, he swims directly towards her.
As he nears Azariah, he arches his path; until he faces her. "Back to the Inlet." His words were just above a hiss, he had no time for these games. If she tried to push past him, he would remind her why she didn't try to flee.
Dögun
We'll ride in the gathering storm
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