Stopping his movement, Enigma turned his large head over to the stallion now named Blizzard. His ears flicked before a snort escaped his lungs. “This is the Lagoon. Stallions do as they please here within reason. Best bet is to follow the decree in which Garmr placed seasons ago.” Tilting his head, Enigma raised a white brow. He was fresh here, but even he had learned of Garmr’s decree. It was a smart ploy, one that would hopefully gain the bog farther ground in their game. It wasn't as easy as saying what he wanted, but it would work as long as the stallions that lived here did something other than sulk in the face of others.


Feeling his lip wrinkle, Enigma flicked his head away from Blizzard. His head lifted before a chuckle left his lips, certain this could be fun. “You might wish to keep things like that close to the breast. Letting others know a weakness when you live in this place could lead to your downfall.” Facing Blizzard one last time, the draft nodded. “Learn, that's all you can do. Don’t trust anyone wholeheartedly.” With that tidbit, Enigma moved off again before his frame vanished into the dense lagoon trees. Roots obscured most of his movement when some fog rolled in, cutting him off from anyone's line of sight.