Arabellum Rego//Stallion//Loner//Tags: Winter
"Thank you," Rego said, quickly making his way into the cave. He smelt the air, the crisp, humid air filling his nostrils. But there was something else there too. Like most mares, this one was in heat. Not heavy, due to the fact that she was trying to hide it. He wouldn't act on it yet, but eventually he would try to cover her. He swung around to face the mouth of the cave, watching the storm roll through. "What is your name?" he asked her.














