Inlet

Stones rolled under two-toned hooves. The gentle clack of them hitting one another was not a sound that a large draft could hide. Rolling his dark eyes, the blood bay tovero stallion huffed out a breath as he walked across the beach. So far he was unknown to this island, which aided him in many ways. He was out here searching for something, or someone, who knew. It was just his trajectory for the moment, considering the Lagoon was awfully quiet and he was growing… bored.

Tilting his head faintly, the crimson marked bay let his gaze slide over the dark figure that had come with him. “I’ll search?” He spoke, making it a question but still moving forward and into the underbrush. His movements grew quieter than they had before, hunting for something he and the Boss could drag home together.

Pushing through a thick bush, Wechuge raised his what slashed face up from where he had lowered it. His sky blue eyes swiveled this way and that, scanning the land and taking in what he could. Horses were scarce at this section of territory, but that did not stop him. No, it made it an even better hunting ground as his vibrant eyes zeroed in on a duo farther down the beach. It was not anywhere near where he had started, but this was good. To find them, the territory leader would have to hunt for them via scent. If he was lucky, the leader would be far off which would let Wechuge and Garmr drag this pair home.

Prowling forward, Wechuge licked his lips with a grin lining them. His long tail flicked out behind him, teasing the air with the ends before snapping back down on his hocks. One ear twisted back, listening to the hulking form of his boss before he let it swivel forward. “Oh… I bet he is just dandy” Came his voice, the deep tone of it hitting the air like a sucker punch. His thick forelock twisted down after the words, covering half his face and letting one eye shine brightly as his head tilted to the side. “I can help you search for him?”

Holding in a grin, Wechuge set his bright eyes on the younger of the pair. Locking his eyes on the young stallion, the slightly older blood bay could barely contain his glee as his large hooves stopped. In between the pair and the denser part of the Inlet, Wechuge waited quietly for what the younger lad would say. Hopefully it would be a yes, but monsters could not hope, nor could they beg. Wechuge was ready for something to go sour and it barely showed in how he held his frame.