Rutger

Not until life chose my path.

Rule one of new mothers. 'Don't get too close.’

With that rule in mind, Rutger kept himself away from the new mother and her foal. He stayed away from the trio entirely. He had scented them on the wind and was curious, but never once did he creep closer. Instead, the greying stallion of red hues found himself hanging back in the shadows. His ears constantly swiveled, listening for brothers and other dangers. He wasn't entirely sure what had tipped him off to start with, but suddenly the thick built stallion had his ears shoved forward and eyes landing on where the foal had been born.

With one foot in front of the other, Rutger walked steadily. The closer he got, the more he felt something churn in his gut. When the scent of a stallion not of this land entered his nostrils, the heavy set stallion pinned his ears and let out a blast of air. Inhaling again, Rutger drew in the scent of Tinuvel, which had him pushing through the foliage with ears pinned, head snaked, and teeth bared.

“Empty promises get you nowhere.” Came his deep voice. Rutgers frame slipped through the undergrowth of the swamp and stood at Warwick's back with his emerald eyes on the mare and foal. He had to hide the protective instinct that flooded him with new life before him, but he managed to do so as his attention swiveled over to the pony mutt. “Leave. Make it your choice or we can handle this my way. Tick, tock.”

Stallion ─ 17.1 hands ─ Grey Blanket (Red Roan) ─ Monster