by Crystal_Tigryphon » Tue Oct 11, 2011 6:33 pm
The middle aged woman looked up at the ceiling, sighing softly to herself. "Knowing that boy, he'll stay out as long as he can. But, knowing that horse of his, she'll have him back in no time flat. Why don't you just relax, I'll bring in some hot chocolate, and we'll wait it out together. What do you say?" She smiled warmly, motherly, an affectionate light in her eyes.
Tango shook her head, looking like she would be snarling if she could. "Suit yourself. I'm just warning you now, of you try to hurt him I won't hesitate to stomp you into the ground." She darted forward, emerging just in time to see Wolfy kneeling down on the ground with his head pressed into the chilled, rotting vegetation. His back was arched, sweaty, and he was making low rumbling sounds into the Earth. "Poor boy..." Tango made a soft snort, alerting her human that she was near, and slowly approached him as if he were a frightened foal. Her every movement spoke of utter calm, of love and worry, but the sight in front of her should have elicited a much worse response. With bone shifting and cracking, and a scream building in his throat, any sane horse would have fled the scene imediately.
Maza smiled softly, so unlike the big stallion, and he let himself lean into the touch for a moment before pulling away. "Do you remember when we were young, and I used to get myself all sorts of busted up trying to show off?" He chuckled. "I still have the scar from when I fell back into the bramble patch trying to rear higher than that stupid Keizer." He snorted at the name, a colt from their herd that would always try and flirt with his sister. How he hated him...
Tamera flashed a small, shy smile, but her eyes widened quickly, her face falling. She froze, on high alert as a sound reached her keen ears. After being silent for so long, her hearing had become very strong, and at that moment, in the silence of the wilderness, something reached her. The silver stallion stirred as well, knowing the sound all too well. Rustling leaves, panting breaths, the click of claws on stone... it was a pack of coyotes, and they were drawing very near to their little group.
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