Meadow

Jaxon picks at the scabs and the mud that clings to his dark legs, each scab reveals the thick crimson blood beneath it. Lil Brother they approach. Was the only warning the voice speaks. The rustle of dry grass draws a single ear towards the pair of foreigners as they approach. He lifts his heavy head up and swivels it towards them in one single fluid motion. Their approach gives him a chance to take a better look at the pair of them. He takes note of their lithe forms, the strange curve to their ears, and the haughty manner in which they carry themselves.

The mare speaks first. "Why is this what you do? This will not heal." His dark eyes settle on the mare. A smirk touches his dark lips as he speaks. "Don' you worry your pretty lil head about ol, Jax." His drawl thick as he speaks to her. He looks down at the jagged scratches across his legs, a few now flesh pink in color, a sharp contrast from his dark legs. "They'll hea' eventually." His dark eyes remain on the delicate face of the young mare.

His dark eyes flick to the strangely curved ears atop their crowns. He couldn't help but ask. Y'all arne't from around her'. Are you? Of course he knew the answer, but he asked for curiosities sake.