[private] oh, there's a river that winds on forever

[bolder]

He feels the spring sun warming his back, and for a moment, Bolder forgot what he had been the night before. 

Had he been a coyote, making his way through the tall grasses? Had he been an owl, spying on the nocturnal world from the solitary birch towards the back of Meadow? Or had he fallen back into old habits, becoming the russet-colored wolf that liked to prowl the Common Lands? 

No, he hadn’t been anything like that. Bolder had just been wandering again, moving through the crowds of horses, aimlessing going from one place to another. Hyaline was waiting for him - his home where the Pack waited - but something in him had been restless of late. Something that had stirred in him since he had climbed the Mountain and had encountered the Dark God. He had wanted to become a better shifter, to become more powerful as Mazikeen and Gale were, and yet, something different had happened to him. 

Bolder knew that if he waited too long in the daylight, the change would show itself again. 

His Aunt was the only one that knew that his shifting abilities were no longer limited to just animals. He had shown her that he could do more, but it was just in a way that he had never imagined. Bolder had thought that if he petitioned the Mountain, he might be able to shift in more fantastical ways. To become beasts long dead, or perhaps even a dragon like his grandsire.

The daylight on his skin finally stirs him from his sleep, and the young pegasus shifts in plain sight. Where he stands is open, and the horses around him (if they took notice) would see a striped stallion become a silver-eyed stag moving towards the shadows of the treeline.

@Lillibet