It is a quiet dawn morning that Bacardi finds himself watching over his family contently. He only looks away from them to glance up towards the beautiful sky. The pastel colors were his favorite; their gentle hues pleasant to the eye. Only when the twinkle of the last star fades does his golden wolfish eyes look to Soraya. A smile can’t be helped as it crawls across his dark lips before he reaches out to trace them lightly along her golden neck.


Though Soraya was no longer in season, nor rounding with his foal, Bacardi found himself still drawn to her insatiably. He only ever dared to part himself from her when he needed to take a walk along the border, or he forced himself from the Bay when he thought he had smothered her enough. Though he had never been the clingy sort, Bacardi knew it was an emotion he would need to keep in check as he could easily lose himself to it with her.


“Tavaris.” he said quietly to the son that was growing entirely too fast. But still, it made him happy. Glad he had truly gotten to be a father to at least one. Bacardi hoped there were plenty more in his future he could truly take part in aside from the creation. “Would you care to patrol with me today?”

four years. mutt. bay tobiano. fourteen three hands. of the bay.

"...speech"