As the familiar red and white shape of Twinge steps into his path, Bacardi comes to a halt. His wolfish colored eyes focusing on her, instead of the worries that clouded his mind. The same mischievous look crosses her face, tugs at her beautiful lips, but for a brief second it doesn’t seem to faze the painted stallion. But then it seems to sink in, and he couldn’t help the low chuckle that escapes his ebony lips. “I think it is more worrisome when you don’t bite.” he replied, before nodding his head that he would join her on a walk.


As the two move side by side further away from the herd, Bacardi has not forgotten Twinge’s original question. Since he had asked her to lead the Forest with him, to help him protect it, he knows he owes her an explanation. The stallion takes a little bit of time, and distance from the herd, before finding his words. “Zevulun’s disappearance bothers me.” he stated at last. “As does not knowing any of our neighbors.” Would they bring violence to Luthien, or allow the island to remain neutral as it had since the last war?


Bacardi tries to shake away his youthful memories and looks over to Twinge. “I plan on visiting them next season.” he said, perking his black rimmed ears, not feeling it was necessary to explain why he was waiting. “Are you going, or staying here with the herd?” he asked, knowing Twinge would probably do what she wanted, even if he asked her not to go.

mutt. bay tobiano. fourteen three hands. of the forest.

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