"Ma! Ma!" Han had cried, racing towards her through the trees. Evren had been some distance away, making for the border to do her second daily patrol, and so her son's breathing was labored when he reached her. "I saw--I saw a stallion."
"Where?" Evren demanded.
There was an agonizing pause while Han caught his breath. "I saw him come in at the far end of the beach, heading towards the herd. I think he means trouble."
Without another word, Evren had raced back the way she'd come.
Now she stands before the small group, her ears pinned and breathing haggard, having burst through the trees with all the grace of a charging bull. She gives the situation a brief once-over, noting Macabre's newborn foal, before settling her steely glare on the stranger. She snakes her head out and snaps at him with bared teeth.
"Get the fuck away from her."
It doesn't occur to her that she should not be using this language in front of a child. She has been on high alert ever since Persephone was taken, and with every day that passes without her return, Evren has grown more agitated and paranoid. All the anger in her heart that she has for Warsaw, she is more than happy to unleash upon this unfortunate stranger if need be, even if he is older and more experienced.
Evren steps closer to the stallion, her neck arched and tail flagged. Without tearing her eyes away from him, she asks, "Macabre, do you know this guy? Did he hurt you?"
9; mutt; bay tobiano; 15.3hh
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