Oh boy, this was going to be fun to watch. Only if Rutger was still a part of the Lagoon with a box of popcorn. His one ear flicked forward, taking in the words before a sigh escaped his lips. His greying frame shifted, lowering for another bite of grass to keep his lips entertained. This was too much, he knew that. He should not be telling him where Emerson was or how to get her out, but he no longer had a shot in the bog of stallion’s and he had his sire to watch over. It was all a conundrum for him, but here he was just enjoying a meal while another stallion was worried over someone. Spoke of just how deep the Lagoon had seeped into his blood, obviously.
“It's… been a while I believe.” He replied after a while, his head lifting with a few blades of soft grass falling out of his lips. His green eyes looked over the blue roan before he shrugged his shoulders. “You are gonna want to have her escape to a decently sized territory with a good amount of members. The lagoon is packed with men that aren't afraid of getting their hooves muddy.” Rutger knew for a fact now that Emerson would not make it out if she were to escape onto any of the spaces here on the crossing. “Search for the territory first before you talk her into an escape though. Better to have your ducks in a row instead of going all out beforehand, ya’know?”
Rutger
stallion | 17.1hhs | gray blanket (red roan) | Lost Son
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