4 hours ago
She finds relief in the herd coming to know where ger is to ensconce itself in this new world. Their uncertainty oft disturbed her more than the worming doubt that keeps her head on a swivel. Still, horses do as horses must.
Oyun trails behind the herd, their venture toward the river splits her patrol into one of investigation as an alerting snort from her horse. He throws his head west of their path, huffing out agitation that tempers her approach. "Dulguun, that is no elaboration," she chides, heeding him nevertheless. He, however, dismisses this, leaving her to do the work of clarification.
As the others continue on, she breaks off, finding herself in the company of one of the stallions and...
...she slows, not immediately recognizing him. This, of course, makes him a stranger and what is a stranger if not a threat?
"You have met the welcome party it seems," Oyun nears the man with tail stiffly swaying, watching. "He didn't make a mess of you... So I'll trust his judgment for the moment." She stops. "Who are you?"
Oyun trails behind the herd, their venture toward the river splits her patrol into one of investigation as an alerting snort from her horse. He throws his head west of their path, huffing out agitation that tempers her approach. "Dulguun, that is no elaboration," she chides, heeding him nevertheless. He, however, dismisses this, leaving her to do the work of clarification.
As the others continue on, she breaks off, finding herself in the company of one of the stallions and...
...she slows, not immediately recognizing him. This, of course, makes him a stranger and what is a stranger if not a threat?
"You have met the welcome party it seems," Oyun nears the man with tail stiffly swaying, watching. "He didn't make a mess of you... So I'll trust his judgment for the moment." She stops. "Who are you?"
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