A yearling now, Rajanish trots through Sylva with perhaps more confidence - he knows the place, knows his friends although he has no immediate lust for blood like they - he doesn’t mind it though. He admits that the hunt, as Kreep calls it, is worth the thrill that such a chase gives. And hunts end with a kill, or a capture, at which point Raj is among the first to see. What caused the death, or, what does the sheer idea of capture do to their mind.
With the ash-smelling mare it had been different. Maugrim had brought her in, together with the wolf. This meant he had no right to approach, the prey was theirs. But she had been around for a long time now. Surely they wouldn’t mind him having a little peek.
His translucent body moves creepily silent towards the coastal cave, and without a word, he appears at the cave opening. Not exactly blocking the sunlight’s rays, casting something of a not-shadow over the rocky floor. He waits a bit for her to notice, then makes his way in.
For all that he is silent in the forested area, his hooves still click on the rock as his ghostly self approaches the prison. He can’t touch her, is not allowed as far as he is concerned. But perhaps with a bit of a chat, he can still find out what makes her tick.
Rajanish
screaming out loud
@[wound]