She might have pulled herself together, but it was already too late. Caine had seen the cracks where she was breaking. The evidence surrounding them from the lack of scents on the air. He knew now without asking, Rethe and the rest of her herd were no where to be found. What had happened to the dark wraith that was so filled with fire? Caine dare not ask Tefnut that he might find a terrible answer, or worse; that she might not know at all.


Thankfully the silence isn’t left between them and he let out a long breath before answering. “I was on my way to the Arch.” he replied. “It’s been quite some time, so I made a detour.” The usually flippant stallion could not muster his usual remarks, not when the mood set so heavy. Almost as if they stood at a grave and not her home.


Caine gave a half turn, his green gaze casting towards his birth home briefly as his ears flicked forward, before he turned his head to look at the red mare again. “I am not asking to be of your herd.” he said. “But I’d like to stay…. Just for a little while…. If that is okay with you?” Perhaps the stench of the Lagoon would seep from his pours and disappear as it once had, when he chased her across the Dunes. And maybe…. Just maybe….. the expression of upon her face would lighten just a little.