11-23-2018, 10:33 PM
Though Ivar is not given to reminiscence, he can recall several hunts with his son, the two of them working in concert to bring down prey. They had started small: little rock bass in the lakes and ponds of Loess and then - better - the prey of the open sea. Mackerel, tuna, swordfish, even sharks when they were especially daring (or hungry).
These memories bring positive feelings, unusual simply for the fact that they center neither around fury nor lust, but rather a more complex sort of emotion that the kelpie rarely feels. It's pleasant, and on a lazy spring afternoon the kelpie stallion is in search of something to pass the time.
"Have you been hunting lately?" He asks the smiling stallion as they pair of them brush noses in greeting.
These memories bring positive feelings, unusual simply for the fact that they center neither around fury nor lust, but rather a more complex sort of emotion that the kelpie rarely feels. It's pleasant, and on a lazy spring afternoon the kelpie stallion is in search of something to pass the time.
"Have you been hunting lately?" He asks the smiling stallion as they pair of them brush noses in greeting.