Striding forward with his ears flicking, Enigma heard the creature before they came forward. Turning his head, the draft eyed the black and white stallion. Other than the black face, one could say they looked related. Blinking his dark gaze, the white faced black sabino scanned the other stallion a bit more closely. The scent of him was fresh and he was a new face. Curiosity peaked for a moment, but soon enough Enigma shoved it away.


“At the moment, none.” Simple, direct, much like Enigma was. Turning away, the stallion continued his forward process. “At the moment, there isn't much to cause. In time I'll have something.” Older, not as spurred by his testosterone, and actually capable of thought, Enigma planned. He would leave at some point to hopefully bring back a member for Garmr’s space here, but at the moment he had to plot. Unlike his red eyed son, Enigma wasn't about to make enemies where he laid.


Swishing his tail against the bugs coming for his blood, the blue eyed man huffed. “My name is Enigma.” God he hated small talk, but currently there wasn't much diving into this new stallion he wanted to do. The puss infested lagoon held its secrets, much like he himself did. Both entities would take the secrets to the grave, but Enigma would certainly meet that end before the Lagoon itself.