Felony stood beneath his willow tree; a place that the painted beast was most always found. Today he was not alone though as a slightly smaller form of a young stallion stood a few steps away. The smaller; younger of the two was darker, a black instead of brown with more white upon his body. Both shared the same build with the same damn wolfish eyes. A spot upon the younger stallion's neck was raised in a small whelp; a punishment from his father for his free flowing words and lack of respect. It had caused silence from Ruger, his amber eyes narrowed in anger and his ebony tail lashed at his flanks with his ears tipped back but not daring to pin. Felony's typical cold glare rested upon his face, not changing despite the anger he had briefly felt.


The only small change upon Felony's face was when he suddenly caught a fresh scent of a stallion that had crossed into the borders of the Lagoon. Raising his head slightly, the stallion's ears cupped forward as he peered ahead to where the stranger might be. Too far to actually see, the older stallion began to move forward at a walk and slowly Ruger followed his father only because of simple curiosity. Neither made a big deal to hurry, but when they finally did find the stallion Ruger hung back slightly only to watch.


Felony approached without hesitation, his cold calculating gaze doing a quick assessment of the stranger before his glaring gaze met the other brute's. "We are not a charity, I have enough free loaders without taking in another broken" he growled out sounding more lupine than equine as he saw the heart broken in the stranger's eyes. "State you're name and what you have to offer the brotherhood if you want to stay, otherwise I presume you can see your way out"