Chianti had been reclusive as of late, they all had been but he had noticed it with her more so. He might have worried that she had disappeared just as Nimiane, Kochanie and Freya had (though the latter had returned), if not for the fact that her scent still lingered around the forest as strong as ever. He kept his patrols close to where she bided, keen to ensure her safety, but he did not force himself into her bubble. If it were any other mare, he would have driven her back to remain with the rest of the herd but perhaps some residual feelings of guilt still lingered on his conscience. Regardless of whether it had been intentional or not, he and their daughter had left her without a trace and now both had returned, it was surely a lot to wrap her head around. He wondered if she had worried about the same thing happening with Dreadbite.

Olaf dipped his head down graze, his caramel eyes still drifting over the herd but not watching anyone in particular. He remained this way until a flash of red and white behind the trees drew his attention; Chianti. Raising his head once more, he reached his muzzle out to meet hers, reacquainting himself with her scent – not that he really needed to.

At her nip, he snorted and pulled his head up before snaking it out again in playful retaliation – aiming his own at her neck. “You have been hiding from me” he stated with mock chiding and then grabbed a mouthful of her mane.