He’s damn glad he’s stuck around, because it seems like things are finally livening up in the Lagoon. And, he suspects as he trots through the wet, muggy bachelor lands, out in the common areas and the territories, too. Kendry is pleased. He wears his usual affable grin as he works his way through the Lagoon, nostrils flared to draw in the scents of others. There’s Indian Hemp and of course Kasabian’s, plus at least one or two others he’s not completely familiar with— until he gets a whiff of one that sparks a memory.

The perlino halts and stands with his nose to the wind, inhaling deeply and then shallowly as he tries to discern the exact location of the scent’s owner. Then he turns and barrels through the tall grass, shouldering past small trees with no care for the way they scratch and rough his coat, totally unconcerned about what aches and bruises he might wake up with tomorrow and he thunders through the territory. He wants the other stallion to know he’s coming.

When Kendry finally does find him, he’s got enough time to scan the white and cream spotted stallion with his blue eyes to be sure there’s no lasting limp or other injuries still afflicting him before the hefty draft blunders right into the smaller male. He started to slow before he hit Psych, but there’s still considerable momentum carrying him into the other male, and Kendry starts nipping at his ears and neck and withers like an overly-excited dog as he keeps pushing.

“You! Where have you been?” he demands, bouncing back a step to regard Psych for a moment before he lunges forward again to resume his insistent nipping.

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