To no surprise it was Psychedelic that answered his call and was the first to arrive. His golden eyes looked over the other male, assessing and contemplating his idea on what he wanted to send the man after. But his ears flicked at his words, his tail lashing in annoyance. "Silence is the most preferred" he grunted out. Shifting his weight, Felony turned slightly so he was fully facing the painted brute ready to share what plans he had when another scent drifted to his ebony nostrils and brought a frown to his features. Turning his head, his wolfish eyes peered at the fog colored young stallion. Big boned and made for height, Felony saw potential immediately. But that would do little if he was here for something else other than to join the brotherhood.


Felony would not tolerate another free loader.


"Speak boy" he growled out, his ears pressing back into his matted inky locks and Felony appeared more of his namesake than equine. Wolfish yellow eyes glared through narrowed lids and the cold look in which he shared gave no indication or warmth. Felony was not here to babysit and if this young brute was not brave enough to give what the beast wanted then he would be sent back to his mother's teat.