He is delighted when Psych responds to his greeting and twitches his skin at each bite the spotted stallion lands before the two of them part a bit to regard one another from the side. Kendry remembers, a little, the last time they’d talked. This guy had been a fun little conversational partner and the perlino had been very sad to lose sight and scent and sound of him for so long. Psych would’ve been excellent company in all this time, and the thought of all those months spent alone when he could have had company prompts him to reach out and try to land a more reprimanding nip on the other bachelor.

“It’s all the same,” he says tartly as he draws his head back. “Land, sky, sea, trees. Some weather thrown in. Why did you leave? It’s just been me here for ages!” He tosses his head and snorts. “Don’t know why I stuck around for so long, either. You have any idea how awful your own company gets after a couple of days? I’ve run out of interesting things to say. The other day I was telling someone —my buddy, actually, Indian Hemp, you should say hello if you see him; hard to miss with all those spots. Anyway, I was telling him maybe I should learn to whistle so I can communicate with all these fucking birds.”

Kendry’s words run out rather abruptly and he stands for a minute with furrowed brow, ears twisted to the sides as he considers everything he just said, then turns a half-accusing eye back on Psych. “See what you’ve done to me? I’m rambling! I’ve been rambling for the better part of a year!” He shakes out his mane and huffs. “You owe me,” he tells Psych. “You owe me entertainment and company and fun, because it’s been too long and I’m so fucking bored, Psych.”

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