There was nothing left for him to do but sulk around. The Bay was empty again, and lonely. The pale stallion roams the forest on the edge of the Inlet and Bay, but he doesn't dare go too far. He needs to go to Warsaw, but he couldn't muster up the courage. Requiem turns and heads back towards the meadow for a bite to eat.

He spots them as he emerges from the edge of the treeline. His pale Andalusian frame leans against the rough brown bark of an aspen tree. He was too pale to hide against the colors of summer, but he wasn't trying to hide from them. He was trying to get up the courage to ask what they were doing, ask who they were. If it was just the young stallion he would have no problem asking what he was doing, but the mare posed a problem. The mare made him nervous.

He needed Tavas here to help him, but she was now gone. How could he tell Warsaw he lost one of the only things he had? He had defended the Bay, but that stallion had returned and taken away his comfort. He was no longer comfortable in his own home. Requiem just stares at the pair, taking in their every detail. The mare was older, dark brown with white, and tall. The young stallion at her side was most likely her child, but he was golden with white. He was around the same height as his mother, making it seem more likely his theory was correct that they were related.

gold cream champagene | stallion | four | mutt | 15.1hh | bay lead | warsaw x elisif