It was not long after he left the initial fight that he herd their war cries. He had attempted to steal the twins of the painted mare but failed so his ego was taking a big hit. Something had to go right for him. Cullen does not take long to answer their cries. He brings forth a shrill war cry of his own from the distance he stood. Cullen was ready to bring Macabre and her sister down. He was ready for a rematch with Bozena and show them all what he was really capable of. This war was a life or death fight and he would not be dying any time soon.

Cullen emerges from the shadows and stares at the two mares with a fierce gaze. His shoulders are held straight, his head high, and his stance proud. Despite the wounds he already sports, he stays looking powerful and threatening. He was not just after his captives for fun anymore. He was after their heads. "I hope you two are ready for me." His voice is eerie and low as he begins a slow walk towards them. Cullen debates on calling for backup, but this was his fight. If an ally showed up he would not chase them away, but if no one came to aid him he would still continue on.

He would not be running from this fight while he still breathed. Both or one of them would lay dead with him. He draws closer to the mares, but he stops still a handful of hooves away from them. Another shrill cry of battle erupts from his throat as he charges them, aiming to attack Macabre first. She was the clear ring leader of the Peak, the reason they all stuck together so well. Taking her down would bring them all to him and he would defeat them all one-by-one.



Cullen - Mutt - 16 - Palomino Min. Overo - 15.2hh - Lagoon Boss