09-01-2016, 07:30 PM
He follows the winged stallion's herd as they make their way into the Ridge, carefully to keep them away from the more dangerous ridges and cliffs. Njenyi would rather not lose them just as quickly as he'd gotten them.
As his newly acquired herd merges with his already existing one, he eyes one black mare in particular. She seems fraily built (to the son of a stocky zebra and a draft horse), but does not seem especially weak. She does seem upset, which Njenyi considers a useless emotion. She is safer here than she was with a stallion that did not care for the herd as he should. Clearly she is better off here.
Cautiously, he steps closer, his head lowered so as to appear not threatening. "What's wrong?" He asks, his voice gravelly from disuse and heavily accented.
As his newly acquired herd merges with his already existing one, he eyes one black mare in particular. She seems fraily built (to the son of a stocky zebra and a draft horse), but does not seem especially weak. She does seem upset, which Njenyi considers a useless emotion. She is safer here than she was with a stallion that did not care for the herd as he should. Clearly she is better off here.
Cautiously, he steps closer, his head lowered so as to appear not threatening. "What's wrong?" He asks, his voice gravelly from disuse and heavily accented.