12-21-2016, 12:48 AM
It hadn't been long since he had come to the lands of Beqanna searching for a familiar face. A child in her own right. He wished her to come back home but his failures as a father may prevent that. He had picked up her scent in the Forest and was now on the hunt...
His large frame moved carelessly thru the brush. He was of enough size and strength to worry of few things. Muzzle to the turf his nares flared investigating the scent he searched for. Which direction had she gone and how long ago. He drew in other scents too, none familiar to him but he could figure out the basics... He was after all "The Hunter". Older scents fading and newer ones told him many thing. A scent drew into his nares of a stallion who hadn't been here longer than a day ago. Another scent followed the same path, a newer scent, a younger scent. But this scent did not fade from the air so quickly. As if it was still feeding into him from the breeze. Strange... He looked to the skies as clouds rolled in and smell of impending rain lingered. The trees would prove enough shelter for him, he thought. Returning to the scent he found lingering about he became curious and concerned...
He scanned the area, trees towered here and there and everywhere. It was hard to see much so he used his other senses to search the area. It was quiet. As before many storms there is a lull in activity. A hare scammpered off not to far from him, that wasn't it. The scent he followed was definitely equine. He lowered his muzzle to the turf once more, this would be the easiest way. He moved slowly as to not disturb the trail. The scent grew stronger as he neared. He halted once more as he guessed he was very close. Scanning the area once more his gaze fell upon a small figure curled up under a tree... Surely this young one could not be alone. Knowing the wrath of a mare protecting her kin he stayed put. Cautiously taking in everything around them. He waited a few moments before he decided she must be alone... For now.
Satellites perked as he lowered his muzzle. Trying to appear smaller and less threatening. A wicker fluttered from his deep in his chest.
Hello there. Where is your mother?
He awaited an answer as he thought of what to do if her answer was of the unfathomable... Surely he could not just leave her here alone.