toland
stallion | mustang x | Ee aa nD nZ nSb | 15.1hhs
“Daaaaaad….”
A long sigh followed up the exasperated sound of his name as Maple glared at him. He glanced over his shoulder at his yearling daughter, not needing to guess why she was once again upset with him. “I said no.” Toland stated firmly, and although Maple didn’t say anything else, her glare only darkened. The painted stallion knew he wouldn’t be able to tell her no forever, and that someday she would escape the borderline of her home that she currently felt like was a cage. But Toland thought a year old was still entirely too young for Maple to go beyond the Forest’s border.
“Maybe next season we’ll go visit the Prairie.” he tried to appease, but Maple only gave a angry stomp of her hoof before stalking off with her tail snapping from one flank to the next. Toland wished parenting wasn’t so hard and was sort of glad he hadn’t had anymore children until the three he currently had got a little older. How did Bacardi always manage to have foals and not go completely grey? Maybe that was why he hadn’t had any the last few seasons.
Shaking his head, Toland continued on his way along the Forest border to patrol, hoping to find nothing out of place.
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