♦ Fynnegan ♦
I stood off in the trees, watching the field. I feel as if I had been here forever, but I need my new lands to be filled... or at least occupied. I had Esileif, she would want people there too, no point in being an Alpha if there were no betas. and ther was Elfa- she seemed sweet, hopefully she would come too. The more the merrier, or at lest that is my opinion. Maybe it is my own shortness that drew me to others like me, and it seemed that now that I had a place for all us short ones to group together, they seem to all be working out of hiding. Funny how things workout sometimes, I am definitely not complaining.
I was dozing off, my black pelt still fluffy from winter. But a new smell drifted in- new, different, foreign, and I found myself curious, so I decided to postpone my nap. My eyes searched the area and fell on a short little mare, grey- almost metalic. she was a little taller than me, but I am quite used to talking to taller mares.. taller everyone. I push my feet off the soft ground, still soggy from the snow melting. I stop a small distance away from the lass, as she looked a little nervous and I didn't want to make her feel cornered. I dipped my head slightly in greeting. my tenor voice fell smooth and deep, "Hello, I'm Fynnegan, or Fynn, what brings you to the Field? I must say it is nice to see another shorty like me around here!" I looked at the mare kindly and awaited her reply.
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