Θuija
The jackal remains still. The curl of his lips growing as another arrives and Djinnis anger naws at him. The shadowed mare is dumbfounded by the situation as she should be. Demonic eyes resting quietly on the golden pegacorn mare. Throwing around her two sense of the situation to the newcomer. He tsks, "Is that anyway to greet an old friend...? I was simply bringing a poor lost horse to find her family." A faux pout replaces his grin for only a moment. Crimson eye turns to view the granite pied mare, "I am Ouija... And who might you be, M'Dear?" The question lingers for an answer...
The Sylvian Queen speaks in tongue he does not understand until red-eyed wraith spills from her lips. A flash of his teeth before responding, "Why don't you go ask him yourself?" He retorts wittily, eyes narrowing.
Wanna play a game?