Gun cannot fathom why he is there.
It should be an open sky, thousands of stars, a bit of moonlight and the way strands of oily hair blow across her face that summon him forth. Yet it is none of these, and the spotty stallion finds him weaving his way through the tight cluster of trees with no clear reason as to why.
His best guess is that it is a need for something, and naturally he thinks it is her that has drawn him out. Gun always seemed to know when she came back but this feels different, and not like her at all. Their daughter perhaps? But no, that child had been the best blend of them but she chose her own way.
So he snorts, clearly perturbed because he has never truly belonged amongst them. Their ways were never his own and he preferred to remain a creature as solitary as the best of them. Knowing this, he pauses on the wooded path and scouts the breaks in between the trees with his dark eyes.
That’s when he sees her - speckled blue, and he’s not sure why he goes over to her. It wasn’t his way, but he tipped his head and said, “Ma’am,” in a quiet drawl. He looked her over, appraising and struck by how delicate she appeared even though she matched him in height.
There was something about her that made him look at her in a way he’s never looked at anyone else but Caw. That thought alone should have stopped him cold but it didn’t. He knew of her other discretions, despite how he’d always remained faithful to her for no reason other than that’s all he had to offer but he felt a new hunger rise in him.
One that tasted like hope after a long time being lonely.
@[Brine] as promised! ❤️