[mature] You’re dripping like a saturated sunrise, anyone

[Briseis]

She smells him before she sees him, and adrenaline shoots through her like a lightning strike. Instantly she is scrambling to her feet, ignoring her body’s cries of protest. Before she can fully take in the sight of the wolf, there is a stallion, sending dirt and pebbles spraying as he slides in front of her. The exhausted black mare takes a step back, her alarm and confusion seeming to chase away her extreme desire to just lay down. Her dark brown eyes peer around the stallion that seemed to be her savior, eyeing the wolf as though she is trying to place him. She had been most certain that she had been trying to outrun a nightmare - an intangible shadow. But not even seconds after she arrives at the river, a predator that had clearly been in her pursuit is also present. It puzzled her, and she found herself wondering if this was who she had been trying to outrun.

But there was something...off, about this wolf. She remembers a time long ago, when she had gone to Taiga. She remembers hearing the wolf-song, followed soon by the appearance of a mare that still smelled of canine scent. ”Who...who are you?” the question is directed to the wolf, and she begins to wonder if perhaps Beqanna has finally caused her to lose her sanity. She never did figure out how that mare and the wolf-song were connected, but she has her suspicions.

The sweat had now dried, leaving her coat looking rough and unkempt. Her muscles still quivered, and her legs felt like they still didn’t have the strength to hold her up. Her instincts tell her to not lose sight of the wolf, but she still takes a step forward, not quite alongside the roan stallion that has come to her aid, but just close enough that her muzzle could touch his side, expelling a warm sigh of relief against his skin; the only way she knew to show her gratitude.

briseis.
you’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece