"And I should believe this?" he asked as he watched the stallions reaction to his last question. Nervous and most likely lying. He really hated it when others lied, it meant there was always a bad reason for it. Although he truly didn't really care for the mare his instinct to protect often landed him in a heap on trouble. He was told he'd been born a leader by his father and other birth herd members, although he'd never believed them to be true. Still standing his ground, between the badly hurt mare and Foxy, Ayele snorted and flicked his ears. Blood from his back and the open sore on his side dripped to the ground. Yet another scar to add to the collection, he thought to himself.
((That's alright lol we all have lives outside of this one))











