Evren’s hoof steps are quick upon the sand as she approaches the small group. Having spotted her nephew departing to make the rounds of the forest earlier, she had at first watched with pride, before deciding to follow him so they might have a nice chat while patrolling together. Before she could catch up to him, however, the scent of strangers had reached her on the breeze. Her first instinct had been to pick up her pace and overtake her nephew to reach them first, but she held herself back, curious to see how her nephew would handle the situation on his own. Having been apart from him for so long, Evren is still learning what kind of stallion he has grown into. So far, she has seen nothing but good things.
Even still, Evren is determined not to let Persephone down in her absence, and she is especially alert after what Warsaw had done to the herd. Therefore, she only gives Tarek a few moments to speak with the strangers before joining his side. Though he had greeted the small group amicably, tension is thick in the air. The petite chestnut mare - who seems to be the head of the group - has her ears pinned, and she stands between Tarek and the other two. Evren feels a surge of protectiveness over her nephew, but she does not blame the chestnut mare for being cautious. Evren knows all too well how stallions can be, especially during this season.
She smiles brightly in an attempt to dissipate the tension, and casts a friendly eye over the group, before settling her gaze on the chestnut mare. “Why, hello. What have we here?”
8; mutt; bay tobiano; 15.3hh
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