Our skin gets thicker, living out in the snow
CREVAN
Crevan could slowly feel his senses sharpening again. The two of them, himself and the strangely polite mare, had gone quiet for a moment after his rough apology and the shapeshifter picked up her smell before anything else. She was sweet; smelled like meadow grass and he could taste the uncertainty lingering on her skin with a few raspy swipes of his tongue. Had they not been so close, Crevan might’ve missed that last bit, but now he could tell that they were less than a few feet apart from one another. Blind, deaf, and dumb - but with a sense of smell that could kill.
“Hm.” The stallion responded shortly, not exactly curious about why she claimed to never mingle. It felt easier to just accept things instead of questioning them, given that they were alike in this singular aspect. Being alone for so long had come naturally to Crevan; he suspected the same for the mare, Evenstar.
“It’s that obvious?” He asked her, blinking quietly. In the dark his expression was unseen, but she could hear the mild humor coloring the question if she listened well enough. No, he did not like his horse skin and had never been fond of the thing unless it was necessary. Now he was stuck in it.
“I’ve always been Crevan the Wolf.” He explained gruffly, pulling his head up from the ground to see the world lighten into grays and muted blacks. Seemed like his eyes were adjusting now, and he took the spare second to watch in mild fascination as Evenstar took on a solid shape before him. She was much… smaller. Much more dainty than before. “Life tends to be that way for kin.” The muddy horse told her, both his short ears flicking forward to parse out the strange sounds around them. He could hear the familiar rustling of an invisible wind as it shook the trembling leaves above them, and could hear the distant sounds of animals and horses alike moving off in different directions.
“We’re born with split personalities. Eventually, we tend to settle on one or the other.” He murmured in the back of his throat, a deep warble of sound not unlike the low rasp he’d used as a wolf.
“You came to me.” He remarked suddenly, aware of something he’d only just remembered. “Right before the eclipse. You approached me… a very unnatural thing for a horse to do.” Crevan wondered. “How could you tell?”
@[Evenstar]