He was still figuring out the kinks of leading a band of misfit stags, but currently he felt alone. There was no one to lead. The stallion he had met upon his arrival seemed to have disappeared and the only other member still has not returned from the Peak. If the peak kept him much longer, Cullen would have to go correct that problem. Of course he still had his mother to talk to. He always had his damn mother.

He stomped through the mush of the Lagoon, suddenly attracted by new scents. There were new males around he had yet to meet and he had not picked up on their scents before so he gussed they were new. He dis not care to sneak up on anyone because he saw the place as his own. Everyone was aware he was here, it was them sneaking around. Intense blues spotted the grey easily in the thick of his home. The slender stallion stood out against the greens, browns, and whites with his grey contrast.

Cullen drew close, not paying attention, and snaps some twigs under his hooves. This alerted the stallion and he turns his direction, giving a reaction of panic. The palomino chuckles at his growls and his demand to know who he was. "Cullen." He says shortly, in a deep voice. The stallion before him was tall and long, larger than the boss, but Cullen was not afraid. He was not afraid of his brotheren as they stepped their hooves over his marsh. He was in male territory, he had his given right to be here and the palomino mutt was actually glad to see another face.

A dip of his head was given to the grey stallion and though his body was relaxed, his eyes still glared. He was, afterall, the boss and still needed to assert his authority. If he let loose even among his brothers he would be walked all over. He had witnessed it before in his previous bachelor band. Stallions were always overcoming each other and fighting for rank. "Boss of this band of misfits."


Cullen - Mutt - 7 - Palomino Min. Overo - 15.2hh - Lagoon Boss