[K yohn]
His attention seems to garner little interest more than a quick flick of her ears and a speedy dismissal as she idly chewed. It is not surprising - she did not know him as anything but a stranger and while he was handsome, it hardly was a proof of safety in the islands. A lone female was in danger enough to know better than to engage with someone that could cause them trouble.
In light of the indifference, he does not immediately start forward towards her, eating like she does, meandering till their proximity was reasonable to engage a greeting without shouting. She is rather lovely and worthy of the patience it had taken to get to where he might do so. The white of her is more significant than it is on himself touching into so much of her mane and tail that he might have mistook her as a white horse entirely in the broken vision of the forest between trunks of trees. "I am Kyôn, and you?"
He doesn’t press her, nor push his attention further, dropping head head for another bite as though to say that he was just passing the time and shooting the breeze. Company was never ill to the young stallion, barely passing his majority into adulthood - and she seemed of a similar age. His tone is even, and while it doesn’t betray his thoughts, it is kind enough in sound. His dark head, so starkly different than his body, rises again from nearby his similarly colored legs, grass chewed idly as he waited for her reply.
THE HOUND OF THE LUTHIEN FOREST
▻ stallion - mutt - sooty dunskin roan tobiano - 15.3 hh ◅