As she walks with him into the depths of the Lagoon, Caine can tell she is nervous. Dare he say fearful? The way she presses against him, and even loses her footing, he almost wants to chuckle at the absurdity. But he curbs his tongue and remains vigilant. Though as they draw to the west, closer to the cove where the swamp gives way to a more tropical scenery, he begins to slow his steps. The brothers did not frequent this side of the territory as they did the north, closer to the commons. Their scent isn’t nearly as strong, and Caine stops when they reach the cove waves. His green eyes drift over the serene water first, before resting on the red mare.


“You’ve got nothing to fear here.” he tries to reason. “Since I have joined the Lagoon, I have not seen a single mare harmed, despite the rumors.” Although Caine isn’t stupid. He knows those rumors had to have grown from some truth. It is with that precaution, and jealousy, that he has taken her to a more secluded spot from his brothers. He didn’t want her to become a bargaining chip in their schemes since he had not brought a brother to the Lagoon yet.


“I just wanted to get to know you.” Caine offers her a smile. “With full faith that your sisters will take you home sooner than later.”