Fell is both irritated and maybe almost flattered by the amount of stallions lurking on the borders of the Bay, waiting for their chance to weasel in and take something of his. There is the obvious offense to the thievery, of course; it is inconvenient, and infuriating that Fell must chase away some greedy or bothersome bachelor every other day.

On the other hand, though, part of him relishes it. It is, undoubtedly, a marker of success to have gathered the attention of outsiders; wolves need not deal with carrion crows with no kill to draw them in. Fell does not fear that someday, the crows might make off with something shiny.

He does not know the Salem stallion who leaves the trail Fell finds at the border, but his heart quickens at the dusty, barren musk of desert. His attention is immediately caught by the scent, his focus concentrating on it so that he is blind to all else. It leads him into the pines, not very far into the territory itself. Fell’s anger rises with every step, until it licks at his throat, and he sees the spindly shape of the other male.

And Kohelet.

The painted Bay Queen stands between himself and the outsider, and Fell’s fury flares. He would have been angry at the skinny creature for going after any of his herd, but Kohelet—

The black stallion is incoherent with rage as his hooves claw into the earth and he tears past Koh. He reaches for the sooty stallion with jaws agape as the distance between them closes, intending to grasp him by the scruff and throttle the offending wretch until he falls limp, and then throttle him some more, as he did with the Cove wolves so many seasons ago.

FELL

stallion. 16hh. black. marwari x. Rougaru x visurix.