The next misson wasn't clear as Cullen sneaks off to the Peak. Their current Lagoon Boss had nicely stunk up their place with the body of their a fallen mare. Not that he was invovled with the dealing of Garmr and the rest of the bachelors, but he still paid attention to them. Maybe Cullen would use the threat for his own agenda. That is, as long as his mind stayed right. The last year or two has been very odd with his Cheif switching personalities. From the stallion he followed to one that actually cared about the souls around him.

It was annoying. Hooves finally stop in their agitated pace as his ears flip forward to hear something nearby. He doesn't see her at first, but her voice soon came with a threatening hiss. This did not settle with him well especially since he tends to shut the mouth of anyone who dares to challenge him. Even the innocent and unknowing were not safe. He has attacked strangers before. He steps forward again until it was clear who was talking. She was marked ebony and white not so much like himself, but a lot like his older sister.

Wild eyes narrow with her image taking over his vision. His teeth bare, his ebony ears hid in a mane dark as night, and his right hoof slams the ground. It didn't matter who she was or who she belonged to. No one would threaten him with a good time. Finally, he leaps forward with his thin body rushing towards her. Teeth reach out to take a nice bite of her fleshy neck.