One foot toward the gallows || Breckin, Vulgaris ||

[Wolfbane]

WOLFBANE

“Hardly likely.” Wolfbane replies to Vulgaris, dredging down a mouthful of the somewhat pungent northern grass. His Champion glances out across the windswept flats and unsteady landscape, drawing Bane’s eye along with it to view the ghostly silhouette approaching. “Nerine needs us less than any other kingdom.” He murmurs for the benefit of them both, just minutes before a familiar knabstrup mare comes into focus.

Growing silent, the pegasus Lord draws up alongside his viper comrade, giving them the appearance of a unified front, parallel at the shoulder. Bane meets her gaze eagerly enough when Breckin introduces herself, like a man gone without water, and though a brief second too long is spent mulling over her new injury (so close to where he’d kissed her) otherwise he seems pleasantly apathetic. “You look well, Khaleesi.” He manages to impart, tersely breaking the concentration between them to glance over her shoulder.

Leilan. It seems the scaled brother had a penchant for surprises, this one topping the other in terms of confused aggravation. “Can’t say I’m not a little shocked at seeing you.” Wolfbane offers in the way of a return greeting, stepping deftly aside to avoid any shoulder contact with the overly-eager draft. Nothing about him seems any different than their last encounter, right up to the baiting tone and offhand comment about his Cleric. “Vulgaris, Leilan was once a former prisoner of Loess and now a Brother of Ischia.” He explains concisely, a wild grin lighting up his face.

“Don’t worry about Lepis.” The striped horse chuckles, “We both know she certainly doesn’t worry about you.”

Fun and games, really, though at this point his awareness of their excluding the Nerinian Queen is too painfully obvious to ignore. Settling down again, Wolfbane turns to give due credit and dive right into the matter at hand. “Loess and Nerine worked well. We came to thank you for the opportunity, and also to deliver a bit of grave news.” He ends on a grim note. Smile dwindling, the Loess male turns aside to his companion and opens the floor.

“We’re opening a hunt for some horse by the name of Dovev. Vulgaris can explain.”

|| The Pirate Lord of Loess ||

@[Breckin] @[vulgaris] @[Leilan]