After the time spent on the beach with the three young mares and Voyager standing guard, Bacardi had dug deep within himself and found resolve. It had been hard. The stallion had always found grief to be a struggle to overcome. But it wasn’t the darkest place he had ever found himself, and experienced had helped him to cope. Now, even as he walked alone down a path cut through the Forest, he did not feel overburdened with emotion. Not that he was completely hardened to it either.


Pausing, the stallion realized that he had come to the Thicket border. He had never met it’s lead, nor the one residing in the Savanna, which was a failure on his part. Given that he had talked to Zevulun about attempting to unit Luthien for the greater good of them all. Shaking his head, Bacardi knew the list was endless for Twinge to have disappeared. Or why the Forest had grown quiet again. He had never been a very active leader. Nor had he ever truly wanted the position.


Turning away instead of crossing it, Bacardi ventured back towards the heart of his territory. Letting out a nicker, calling to anyone that might be close that may keep him company. It wasn’t even midday yet, but he had already made most of his patrols, and he wanted to spend time with the family he had left.

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

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