lupei
What the truth is, I can't say anymore
Oh he’d been naughty this year, that’s for sure. Reaching his prime had been the best time of his life, and he’d done his part to re-populate the earth. That being said, Lupei had yet to feel the backlash of his rash actions. The several mares he’d managed to convince had all but disappeared, and he rather preferred it that way. Of course he knew it couldn’t last. The seafoam stallion would’ve been plainly stupid to think that he could avoid it forever. Sooner or later someone would come crawling back and dump something on him.
He just didn’t guess that it would be this soon.
The rustle of activity near the border has him stopping in his tracks. He’s in his wolf form, prowling about the extents of the Chamber to enjoy the rather warm day when he smells her. With an irritated huff the wolf bounds forward, expertly navigating the twist of pine and brush while he hears the crackle of newly born fire. With a swift leap he lands in the middle of the fray, behind the bright wall of flame. With a snarl, Lupei shifts, squaring his hooves before meeting the strange foal's gaze.
“Wandering into the Chamber with mum I see.” He points out rather sourly, peering back to the mare with a narrowed gaze. He doesn’t really remember all of her per say, more just the … important parts. The supple curve of her hip and the stubborn line to her jaw give the two-toned chamber stallion a quick smirk. Now he remembers her name. “What are you two doing here?” He questions slowly, looking away from her to where the colt lingers in the shade of the forest.
It’s something about the boy's color that tips him off.