Renvari
The whinny startles Renvari. He is new to all the different calls of someone looking for a territory leader, and this one isn’t obviously a challenge, so he winds through the jungle with haste borne more of curiosity than panic or anger. He is on alert, and a bit anxious, but the visitor has time to sway him before he tips away from friendliness and into hostility.
When he reaches the shore, he sees that the newcomer has not even set foot on the Ridge’s white beach. Renvari pauses at the edge of the jungle where it cuts abruptly to sand, and then strides forward out of the shade. In the surf stands another stallion with a colt at his side. The adult is boldly marked, but the colt is a solid bay, the red of his coat vivid and saturated. Renvari’s blue eyes flick between them as he approaches.
The Ridge stallion halts at the edge of the water, the calm waves swelling and stopping at his feet before slipping away toward the strangers. Renvari is not as self-assured as he’d like to be in this situation, but he tries not to seem too uncertain or hesitant. He nods to the pair, salt-and-pepper tail switching a few times at his flanks. "Hello," he says. "What brings you to the Ridge?"
who dares, wins
stallion | mutt | grullo snowflake sabino | 16.1hh | ridge