A cold, daring, stare doesn't allow her image to leave his mind. The Bay tobiano searches with her own eyes for the owner of the threats. Finally she finds him with eyes locked on his delicately painted face. Like his grandmother, Cullen did not have much white against his faded golden coat. Only his face, changing his dark eyes to blue, and the bottom of his legs carry the ivory coloring. The rest of him was a light golden with grey heavy around his mouth and nose. He used to be a much darker golden in his youth, but the last fourteen years has done quite a number on him.

The mare's head lowers as does his greying ears. It was obvious she was not looking for a fight nor was he exactly the young Cullen would have taken this opportunity to trick her with charms just to see how far she'd go. But this version of himself was much too tired. At least today. His eyes roll with a grumble as his head begins to turn away from her. Until he hears her step back. It was the smell of fear that slowly seeps into his pores that causes the beast inside to stir.

It has been so long since he has done much of anything on these islands. Maybe it was time to change. One last go before the underworld called him home for good. His ears pin back tightly at her voice with his head snapping back in her direction. Another of his nature might recognize the wheels turning in his eyes. The decision to do bad. Bones crack as he lunges towards her. His jaw cracks as it opens to bite down on her exposed shoulder. Old, worn down teeth chomp down with whatever might he had for the day.

Just a little memory for this girl to never come see him again.