She doesn’t respond, not that he had really expected her to. She had dumped him here, left him for the wolves, he might cry if he wasn’t so angry. So it is there that he broods about his Dam, thinking of just how much he hated her right now. How could she? He hadn’t done anything to her, he hadn’t been especially naughty. Actually, he thought he was a rather well behaved child. Surely whatever he had done, he had not deserved this. Below had no say in the matter, so there he curled up, a bright spot of purple and pink against the earthy tones of the den. Made less bright by the smudges of dirt, the burs and spare bit of dried leaf caught in his coat.
Still he grumbles as he hears movement, he is not quick enough to scamper out from beneath his bramble to avoid unwanted visitors. He doesn’t even try actually, feeling rather dramatic about his impending doom. From above comes a head, thankfully an equine head, though not a familiar one. It is not his Mother returned to fetch him. Did he want to go with her anyways? No, this was not Mother this was someone else, not even female. A man has stuck his bay head in the thicket with him, peering through to see him, asking him things. Below considers him for a moment, blinking his amber eyes at this fellow. “Well sir, my names Below, that’s what momma told me anyways. She told me not to talk to strangers too, guess that ain’t make no difference now.” He supposed Mother’s rules no longer applied now, after all she wasn’t around to enforce them. Might be this man would know someone who could clean him.
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