He was going to dismiss the other other man and move on away from the water. Blue eyes had shifted away from the spotted figure to focus on the path he would follow back out toward the open Meadow. The older male huffed an affirmative answer. Dawn always came too early after a restless night.
When the other stallion turned away from him and shifted his attention to the long green stalks, the Mustang shrugged off the interaction. It'd been harmless after all, hadn't it? His hooves hardly scarcely met the softer earth further from the pool's edge than the greying bachelor asked him another question: "What has you in no man's land?"
Martyr's careful mask slipped, white lips twisting into a more aggrieved frown. "A search," the stallion states honestly. The words were tinged with the subtle swarm of emotions he felt about his and Emerson's predicament: frustration, grief, anger, shame, and self-doubt. "For my sister.. Perhaps you've met her?"
"Her name is Emerson."
blue roan overo mustang mutt stallion . 16.1 hands