Run with the pack; Posted on January 23, 2020 at 02:03:15 PM by Beowulf
The boy would no doubt have missed the duo if it weren't for the stallion calling to him. For a moment he is suprised. He didnt know them. Nothing about their scent seemed familiar and despite himself he glances side to side to see if there was another around him that the gray was calling to. Nope just him.
A single cream tipped dial flexes backwards in confusion as the boy stallion takes a cautious step forward jutting his nose out to inhale the unfamiliar scents that clung to them. The gray stallion smelled like the mainland. Sweet grass, clover pine and oak clung to the odor of testosterone permiating from his coat. The mare, no doubt one of his own age or close to it. She was a different story all together. There was a sharpness to her scent. Odors that he had never come across on his jungle island home. He blinks up at her now, noting the creases of worry that seemed transfixed upon her gray lips. He once imagined her eyes were bright, twinkling even with the same mischief and delight that gleamed in his own. Now, now her eyes are dulled, clouded by a sorrow he did not want to know. Boldly he steps towards them, alabaster tail flicking audibly against his cream colored flanks. "Are you talking to me?" He asks stopping a few feet away with proud head tilted slightly in curiosity. Replies: