[open] your new favourite herdmate

[Malkin]

A grunt wasn’t so much as spoken but pushed out from Malkin as the bundle of pink collided with him. The impact wasn’t enough to make him more do than stumble backwards (and grunt) and become instantly flustered because he hadn’t been paying attention either. He could have moved out of the way, probably. As he watched idly as the filly attempted to right herself, he realized that the impact did a little more than just shift him a couple inches. It awoke that dreadful shape-shifting of his. A quick glance backwards revealed that, though he was still in his horse-form, his once-beautiful tail had become a striped tiger tail and there was a patch of orange-and-black striped fur standing straight up in irritation on his back. God, if he could somehow get revenge on his mother for this little inheritance he would love to. That appeared to be the only little trait in store for him right now so he turned back to the filly. It was tempting to change his mane colour as soon as he realized that it matched almost perfectly with her coat, but he supposed that could wait until his horse-tail was returned to him. “I’m fine.” He mumbled. And then, clearly as an after-thought his teal eyes look her over, an echo of the concern he knew as a father to his children reminding him how fragile foals can be. “Are you?”

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@[Beulah]