“Hunh,” Kendry says. “I take it he’s no longer in charge. Probably a good thing, too, if he’s cool with beating up on his family.” He glances at the surrounding trees and wonders if horses with a mindset similar to Psych’s grandfather populate the Lagoon. He’s not interested in sharing the reputation of abusers when he himself has no violent tendencies.

He hasn’t thought too hard about being a band stallion. So far it’s just been himself, traveling alone and doing his own thing, and it doesn’t make any sense to start looking for a herd when he’s so content like this. And here, he’ll have all the company he’ll need when not meandering the islands. Like Psych. Kendry already likes him: he’s open and doesn’t hesitate to share his opinions. Kendry doesn’t like feeling like others are hiding something from him during a casual conversation, and what’s more boring than someone who doesn’t care (or appears not to care) about anything?

The draft laughs at Psych’s explanation of his limp. “It happens,” he says. “I’ve never been in a fight but they don’t look fun. Glad you made it off with your ass intact. More or less,” he ends with a wide grin. Propping one hoof up on its toe, Kendry lets his weight shift to his left side and settles. No reason to ask the guy to walk it off for his curiosity’s sake, especially when Psych is clearly a longterm resident. “So. Where’s the hot spot around here? Somewhere further in, or are the guys pretty much in-and-out all the time?”

KENDRY
stallion . draft mutt . four . perlino [EE Aa CrCr] . 18hh . son of marlena