So she lived.
The cove wasn't all bad she supposed. Kult and her still had disagreements as to her status in the herd, mostly because of Voudou's stubbornness on the topic. Other than that she wandered the lands, avoiding any socialization with the other members, not eager to participate in useless conversations. Voudou still hadn't explored the territory to the extent she wished, slowed mostly by the blue filly that followed. The small critter was nearly 5 months old and still insisted she should play with the other foals, what a disgusting thought. Let her pride and joy, little Sretan, be poisoned by the stupidity of others? Voudou refused to have any part of it.
Unexpectedly, words rang in her head. A flurry of excitement rushed over Voudou as she looked around, trying to catch his scent on the wind, he was here, he had to be. The foal at her side asked some question, though the mare was paying no attention, quickly changing direction and breaking into a trot, head raised high and her heart beating out of her chest.
"Jason?!"
There he was. She bolted up ahead to reach him, not saying a word as she practically ran into the brute and wrapped her head around his neck. Only after a few moments of peaceful warmth did she force herself to back up, with each step backwards her smile growing smaller, and soon disappearing altogether. He didn't hold the strength and power he once had. No... he looked beaten, like he had already given up. For the first time in many years a concerned expression crossed her face, a blend of sadness and worry and fear. The large mare was distracted momentarily as a plod of tiny hoofbeats came up behind her. Oh right, the kid! Not even allowing Sretan a moment to catch her breath, Voudou pushed the girl forward, almost showing her off. "Sretan this is your dad... he's beautiful isn't he?"
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