The snow was starting to blanket the islands, but Cullen was not yet done with his part in the war. He has stolen foals, attacked others, and even successfully murdered a member of the rival Peak, but he still wanted more. He did not feel the blood of Macabre was enough to satisfy his needs. Cullen returns to the shores of Luthien after having recently claimed a mare and brought her home to the Lagoon kicking and biting. The marks from her teeth and hooves were fresh on his coat, but they were nothing but little flesh wounds to him. He would teach her a better lesson later, after he got more bloodshed from the war.

He snorts a thick mist from his nose as he takes in the eerie quiet in front of him. He heard no more screams nor did he see any other signs of battle. He could still smell blood on the breeze, but had everyone else gone? Was he truly the last soldier standing? A loud call rises from his lungs. It was the call of a warrior looking for anyone left to fight him. He was positive there would be someone left to face him one last time on the field of battle. Cullen begins to take slow steps further up the beach until the sand turned into dirt and the earth became littered with pine needles hidden deep beneath the snowbanks.

Here he made another call, but this time it was one of victory. He truly had bested the Peak in killing their leader (who he gathered was their leader anyway), but it was time he took that victory to new heights and best this Forest too.



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