wendigo.
To be fair, Wendigo had asked if she could feel it, not smell it. The black and gray twig took a step away from the mare as she had her fit, recoiling her heavy head with a sigh that sounded like the hiss of wind across a snow bank. Momentarily, her ears flick back, lost in the black of her mane as she came to a pause a yard or so away.
“It’s best not to speak of it,’ she answered, tossing a glance over her shoulder. Nervousness should have invaded the light in her eyes, the whites showing as she dragged them back to stare ever vacantly at the roan mare But it didn't. Something was broken. She nodded her head, indicating that she would follow Firestorm if she was leading them away from the dead deer.
“It could hear you,’ she said, her tone low and her eyes narrowing at the snow-covered brush accusingly, like she expected the brush to be a spy for the enemy.
Of course, it was, but that wasn’t the point.
mare | akhal teke x marwari | grey on black tobiano | 1o | 16.3hh | siat-s