.::Tall Oak::.
.:8 Years Old . Stallion . No Mares . No Mate . With 'Copeland' and 'Nightmare':.
Oak slowed to a trot as he came into glade. "Careful!" he warned the mares, "the ground's very uneven here, but the grass hides it well." He came to a halt, the shadows cast by the overhanging tree branches and rocky ledges dappling his golden coat, making him blend in to his surroundings."We should be safe here," he said to them, thinking quickly that he'd better explain himself. "You should by no means feel obliged to me for this, I helped you because protecting mares is instinctual to me. You're feel free to leave when it's safe." He switched his rippling ebony tail, wondering if perhaps he could have explained himself a little better.