There was some mischief happening in his home. Cullen snorts with his nose to the snow as he smells the fresh tracks of a female. He did not know the mare that walks through the Lagoon, but he was determined not to let her pass through so freely. She would learn what the Lagoon was. Ears perk at the voice of a stallion calling his name. He did not know the voice of Solomon since their exchange of mares a while back had been so brief and through one of his members at the time. The Cove leader had wanted to get rid of a troublesome mare in exchange for a captive that was trying to escape. It was the young Noctis who made the deal (and preformed the block on Shenzi).

The colt had shown some promise, but he was lost to the Peak. Cullen had not caught his scent area the mountain when he went after that mare and the two foals. A lot of his members seemed to be gone, but that was to be expected. They have been in the Peak for over a year now so most have probably moved on to better things than return to his side. He had not been close to most of them anyway. Cullen’s golden head raises as his legs carry him towards the strangers in his home. He stops just on the edge of the scene unfolding in front of him. The tall champagne was talking to a thin blonde mare. Neither were recognizable, but he had some reason to believe this mare did not belong to either of them.

He calls to them before approaching, a stern look on his face. Blue eyes study the palomino first as he slides his own golden form against hers as if he owns her. She was on his land and if she was unclaimed, then she was rightfully his. Blue eyes lift to the much taller stallion attempting to chat up the athletic mare. ”Who are you?” He questions the stallion with narrowing eyes.



Cullen - Mutt - 17 - Palomino Min. Overo - 15.2hh - Lagoon Boss