There was not much that Bacardi missed when it came to his home. So, when the stranger traipsed across the borders, the tobiano knew. He had caught the outsider’s salt coated reek, not able to decipher where it was from, so assumed from the mainland. Instead of confronting him immediately though, Bacardi chose to follow him instead. Weaving through the trees, sticking to the shadows, and remaining downwind. He wasn’t sure why, exactly, aside from the fact he had made it clear the Forest was meant for safety for anyone. Without a challenging call, or a demanding presence, Bacardi didn’t feel like he needed to be confronted. Perhaps he was just enjoying some peace since the Islands very rarely offered it.


Bacardi had nearly decided to leave the stranger alone and return to his herd, when the black giant came to a stop. Interested again, Bacardi stopped as well, and his ears flicked forward when the call finally was emitted. Not a challenging one, just a beckoning sound. He wasn’t sure what to make of it, but let his hooves carry him from his hiding place among the vegetation to approach the stranger.


“I was beginning to think you would not announce yourself.” Bacardi stated in greeting. His lupine colored eyes sized up the stranger, though despite the size difference, wasn’t afraid of the threat that this black stallion might pose. Bacardi was a seasoned leader, and had earned his right among the islands, and was confident in such unlike before when he had been young. “What do you want?” the tobiano asked.

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

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