Breezy. Sunshine. Perfect temperatures. Calming sway of grass and the warmth of the sunlight on his speckled back make it perfect conditions to graze for a little while before heading home. He bears the limp and the scarring, the marred coat and the tired walk of recovering fighter. By now his wounds have no dried blood but only pinkish healing flesh and rough scabs. His under belly is marked up sufficiently and it's obvious that horse-teeth did the job. His rump displays a swollen slice in the shape of a rough half moon. A horse foot with much volatility and power.
He grunts exhaustively as he bends to graze, lifting his sore leg to let the weight off of it. He's starting to think he may need to find a healer for this shoulder. It does not seem to be getting better. It remains inflamed inside and hardly usable. He limps pretty badly for now and cannot run at all, which is much like caging a wolf, it won't fly for long.
Respite is all he seeks for now though. Some quiet grazing away from everyone. His ear quirks to the side. So, not everyone, he supposes. He ignores her at first and simply accepts that she'll be grazing happily near him...but after sometime her dapples and her excited gobbling of the grasses at her feet makes her hard to resist for long. His head perks, along with his big scooping ears. His white face splashed with a mix of charcoal and bone-pale forelock, hiding his bright teal eyes. He chews his mouthful while he watches her carefully. “Are you alone here, lass?” he speaks up, his accent hardened upon his gritty voice. He grabs another bite and lets his eyes explore the extent of her golden dapples.
chemdog
astra inclinant, sed non obligant.
@[Tashi]
