Use caution when the Wolf comes aknockin; Posted on January 27, 2020 at 08:42:37 PM by Rougaru
The wolf could not help himself. Since their battle he had kept Celestria at an arms length, watching with calculated silence from a distance as she moved to and fro through the herd. Viper. A nickname he often used for his painted queen but a name best befitting the painted mare of cream and white. Since their little skirmish he could not deny she had gained a level of respect from him, but still he could feel the wolf watching her with wary eyes, no longer sure how much trust he could place in her.
When last they spoke, she had mentioned something about stealing herself a captive. Vague memories of her encounter with Sanibel come to mind and he assumes the pale mare's prize would be another foal... When the beaten stallion of cream splotches comes to his shores, Rougaru cannot help but to raise a brow in confusion.
Nostrils flare as Celestria approaches him, even from this distance he can see the haughty expression upon her lips as she nudges Annubis out of view and approaches him with prancing steps. Thick cream and caramel tail flicks idly against thick haunches as he approaches them at a languid walk, pausing for a moment to blink warmly at Annubis before hardening his gaze and approaching the duo. A single dial flickers backwards as he releases a soft toned snort. "Shamwari's son? Celestria you've been keeping secrets from me." He murmurs a wolfish grin sliding across his battle scarred face. This would be interesting....
Annubis offers mother a squeal of protest as she nudges him towards the trees. Small fluff of tail flicks quickly back and forth at his rump as he stamps a single hoof and shoots her a hard green stare. When mother was in one of her moods he knew better than to argue with her. He had felt the wrath of her nips more than once and he was not a fan. So he resigned himself to curl in a tight bundle and wait patiently.... That is until father appears.
The stallion pauses to gaze at him before turning towards mother and the stranger. This was as clear an invitation if he had ever seen one.
Scrambling onto spindly legs the young palomino paint colt follows quick on his father's heels, prancing with his proud head held high and a smug grin upon his ashen lips. He showed her. Gaze flits to mother as he comes to a halt between father's forelegs, squeezing his small frame between the stallion's pillar legs. Dark gaze blinks up at father once before turning to the unfamiliar stranger. A single ear flickers in confusion. "Who is he?" He quips, his piercing gaze turned upon mother inquisitively. Replies: