From behind and to the right comes an unfamiliar voice, drawing Kendry�s tuliped ears and then his head toward the source of the wry words. There�s a buckskin standing in the mud, a stranger in both scent and appearance, but Kendry�s curiosity is immediately piqued. This stallion, too, is aged� just like his spotted friend. Where have the youth gone? he wonders as he returns the stranger�s roguish grin.

�Is there something up there worth joining?� he asks. These Islands have been sparsely populated for some time, but it�s not clear yet whether or not the gold and black male is aware of that fact. Kendry can�t tell if he�s being serious or facetious; perhaps there is nothing on the mountain, and he means to imply Kendry desires to make his way to the top and leap off. Hang it all up, as he says. The perlino utters a low snort. He�d never do such a ridiculous thing.

He turns his body but does not venture closer to the buckskin, having no desire to sink his great hooves in the muck that seems most prevalent around the other stallion. Kendry still stands in snow and is careful to keep from straying away from that white carpet. Clumpy feathers are the worst. �I�m Kendry,� he says, still smiling affably. �I haven�t seen you around here before. Newly arrived? Or aiming to win the longest game of Hide and Find ever played? If the latter I�ll have to concede; you�re very good.�

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